The training grounds were vast, enclosed by towering trees that shielded them from the rest of the pack’s curious eyes. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, a constant reminder of the wilderness that surrounded their territory. Liam and Camela stood in the center of the clearing, a silence settling between them. The tension was palpable, but neither said a word as they prepared to spar.
Liam removed his jacket, revealing the lean, muscled frame beneath. His movements were calm but precise, every muscle coiled with latent power. His eyes, though usually soft when he was with the pack, were now sharp, calculating. Across from him, Camela was just as focused, her body shifting slightly as she found her balance.
**"Ready?"** Liam asked, his voice low and controlled, though his
