Third-person POV: But Thora's dodges were significantly faster. Every time, she slipped just out of reach. Tristan's strikes only skimmed her edges, never landing a hit. Tristan's jaw tightened. Blue wolf power surged around him. He wasn't holding back anymore—he went all in. Everyone on the training field stopped and stared. Their speed, strength, and skills were evenly matched. Every move and dodge was perfect, like watching a real hand-to-hand class come alive. Harvey, Ashton, and Luke couldn't look away, holding their breath. Even the veterans stopped underestimating her, their expressions turning serious. The second Tristan swung and missed, Thora moved in fast, hooked his arm, and snapped a strike toward his side. Tristan tried to spin and fight back, but his shoulder was locked. He struggled, then realized his strength had completely disappeared. Thora's fingertips glowed with pure wolf power. Her knuckles pressed down, holding him so tightly that he couldn't budge. In a flash, she yanked him back, slammed a palm into his chest, and shifted it into a fist. A sharp crack rang out. His chest felt like it had shattered, and he flew back from just one punch. He rolled twice and landed on a knee, eyes fierce on Thora. Heat and pain burned in his chest as he spat blood. Thora dropped her fist, looking down at him. A flicker of appreciation passed through her eyes. Then, she turned to the other three vets. "Your turn." The veterans exchanged glances. If she could take Tristan, none of them could handle her alone. They immediately stopped thinking about pride and charged together. The training field exploded into a three-on-one fight, wolf powers clashing violently. Thora stayed calm. Her wolf power blended with her fighting skills perfectly. Every strike turned their force against them—never deadly, but locking them instantly. Thud! Thud! Thud! Three heavy hits in a row. Only Thora remained standing. Her expression didn't change. She didn't even seem tired, like the fights had been warm-ups. Harvey forgot his own pain and cheered. Ashton's face lit up with pride, itching to shout, "That's my boss!" Luke grinned, tears flashing behind his glasses. Even his calm face showed excitement.All their frustration vanished. So what if they were rookies? Their boss alone could wipe out all the veterans with skill! Thora flexed her wrist and stepped toward the four men on the ground, scanning them. Her voice was calm but firm. "Do you give up or not?" She didn't shout, but the field seemed ready to blow. Tristan pushed himself up, sharp eyes locking on hers, softening into respect. He grinned, wiped blood from his mouth, walked over to the surveillance camera, and shouted, "I'm a total loser!" Spitting blood, he came back to Thora and said clearly, "Reporting in, Commander Green! Let me reintroduce myself! I'm Tristan, a soldier of the Wolffang Unit!" Then, he snapped to attention and gave a perfect salute.The entire field seemed to ignite from that one salute. The other three veterans she'd beaten stepped to the camera as well. "I'm a loser!" "I'm a loser!" "I'm a loser!" Respecting strength was instinct for a werewolf soldier. They lost fair and square, so they had no complaints. Even if they were losers, they were Wolffang Unit losers. If they were outclassed, there was nothing to argue. Thora smiled faintly. The three men stepped forward and saluted together. "Reporting in, Commander Green! I'm Dominic Crawford, Wolffang Unit Soldier!""Aaron Pearson, Wolffang Unit Soldier!" "Maddox Fowler, Wolffang Unit Soldier!" Harvey, Ashton, and Luke moved up as well. They stretched their legs straight, eyes blazing at Thora. In perfect sync, they saluted. "Reporting in, Commander Green!"