Lilith's POV
When I step onto the training field that afternoon, Uncle Dax is already standing in the center, all business.
He hands me a training outfit with a crisp motion, nothing like the man from yesterday.
"Change," he says, voice flat, like he's barking orders at a recruit.
I steal a few glances at him. He has to notice, but he just clenches his jaw, standing rigid, all duty and discipline.
Maybe... this really is just training.
I should be relieved, but I can't help feeling inexplicably disappointed.
The next hour is brutal—high-intensity sparring, no flirting, no heated growls, not even a stray glance. Just his relentless blocks and sharp commands.
"You need to be strong to control your wolf!" he snaps. "Or it'll eat you alive!"
He explains my wolf is a silver one—tal
