Damon's POV
The morning sun hits my face as I watch Kira froml across the training yard. She's working with Elena, learning to control the shift that nearly tore her apart yesterday. Even from here, I can see the concentration etched into her features.
"Easy," Elena's voice carries across the space. "Don't fight it. Work with it."
Kira's hands clench into fists, then slowly relax. Her eyes flash green for a second before returning to their normal color. Progress.
My chest swells with pride. Damn, she's something else. Most wolves struggle with their first shift for weeks. Here she is, day two, already making it look manageable.
The mate bond hums between us, stronger now that both our wolves can communicate. When her eyes find mine across the yard, that familiar warmth spreads through
