Third-person POV: They lined up straight in front of Thora. The sharp edge in their eyes dimmed slightly. Thora smiled, hands behind her back, scanning them. Every word she spoke hit like a hammer. "I know you think the recruits from special selection are nothing but talk. But raw, unpolished steel can surprise you. It holds a lot of untapped potential. Under me, no one is a loser!" Her gaze flicked from Harvey and his crew to Tristan, Aaron, and the rest. "And yes, that includes every one of you!" Something shifted in their eyes, though doubt still lingered. After all, who would believe a 16-year-old could command an elite unit like Wolffang? Thora raised her voice. "Starting tomorrow, Wolffang Unit hits full, standardized training! I'll train with you and personally set the syllabus. If you fail to meet the standard, I'll file transfer orders and kick you out immediately! "Wolffang keeps only the strong!" She locked eyes with them, voice sharp as steel. "Remember this. I'm Wolffang's only commander. I have all the authority. "Disobey an order, and it counts as breaking military law. Understood?!" "Got it!" The shout rolled across the training field like thunder. No extra words. They could hate it, but obedience was non-negotiable. A soldier's job was to follow orders. Her skills had been proven on the field and in combat. No doubt could stand against what they'd just witnessed. Tristan's gaze stayed fixed on Thora, burning with sharp focus and determination. Thora's knowing smile tugged higher. "Dismissed." She turned and lifted her chin toward the surveillance camera on the slope, snorting coldly as she strode into the base. Watching from the monitoring room, Hugo couldn't stop grinning. He gave the order immediately. "Project team, track real-time data on every operator. Report anything unusual to Dr. Hovland at once." The "Dr. Hovland" he meant was Yereah. Thanks to his advanced surgical skills, the Astralis Empire appointed him as the special-grade military doctor for the Wolffang project team. The team snapped to attention. "Yes, sir!" Yereah shoved his hands in his coat pockets, eyes glued to Thora on the screen. A mix of excitement and confusion flickered across his face. How had she improved so much in so little time?Since the last test, she'd clearly leveled up. Her wolf spirit was fully awakened, and her physical stats had skyrocketed. Her wolf power control was smoother and tighter than ever, already exceeding high-level werewolf warrior standards. If special ops soldiers could be analyzed like lab subjects, he'd give anything to study Thora piece by piece. He hadn't felt that kind of research fever in years. ... The Wolffang Base was huge. Training fields took up 90%; the rest were offices and housing. Besides the Wolffang members, only a few handled daily life and logistics to keep the base secure and secret. Office area. Thora leaned back, one leg over the other, flipping through each member's file.Alongside the four special recruits, five veteran operators were selected from headquarters. Tristan, 22 years old, ex-commander of N103 special operations unit. Rank: Major General. Nickname: Reaper. Wolf Spirit Rating: S (assault type; concentrated wolf power; extreme close-quarters lethality). No opponent had ever survived a close-quarters fight with him. His close-combat skills were unmatched in the entire Astralis Empire. His leadership and command abilities were exceptional, quickly making him the backbone of any team. Alger, 28 years old, EOD specialist. Wolf Spirit Rating: A (support type; support type; enhanced perception detects tiny explosive changes). He'd multiple honors in counter-terror operations. Aaron, 26 years old, all-round soldier.Wolf Spirit Rating: A (all-round type; boosts precision on any military hardware). No single star skill, but he excelled in multi-mission rotations and could operate everything, like helicopters, tanks, and armored vehicles. Maddox, 30 years old, weapons-mod expert. Wolf Spirit Rating: A (technical type; mechanical affinity, can quickly upgrade or rebuild weapons). He could turn scrap into heavy firepower fast. Dominic, 25 years old, total recall, brain like a supercomputer. Wolf Spirit Rating: S (intel-war type; boosts calculations; error in distance/position under 0.4 inches). In combat, he could instantly calculate distances, angles, and other crucial data with pinpoint accuracy. Thora set the files down. Five veterans plus her, and then Harvey and his three—ten in all. Even though it was only ten, this special ops unit would be the sharpest, toughest blade in Sector Six and the whole Imperial Army.