The warm glow of the setting sun bathed the training grounds in a golden light as Zoe wiped the sweat from her brow. She leaned against the worn wooden rail of the arena, catching her breath after another grueling session. Her muscles ached, but it was a satisfying kind of pain, a reminder of her growth.
Across the field, Dominic was still sparring with Nikola. Their movements were a blur of speed and precision, their wolves flickering beneath the surface as they tested each other’s limits. Zoe smiled as she watched them, admiring Dominic’s effortless grace and sheer power.
But something felt... off.
Dominic faltered for a moment, his movements slowing. His head dipped slightly as if he were trying to shake off a fog. Nikola landed a blow that sent him stumbling back, and Dominic dropp
