The morning sun climbed higher, casting a golden glow across the training grounds, where students clustered around, some stretching, others sparring, and all clearly eager to prepare for the upcoming tournament. For weeks, the energy around Nighthaven had been building, and with the tournament only days away, the atmosphere was practically buzzing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
Zoe stood in her place on the training field, her mind focused, though her heart pounded with anticipation. She could feel her muscles tense with the memory of previous training sessions, the bruises and aches from the last week fading but reminding her of just how far she’d come. Her white wolf felt restless, and Zoe knew that today’s training was about pushing her limits.
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