Nyx
The night air is thick with the smell of blood. I sprint across the training yard, the earth vibrating under my boots as shadows pour from the trees. Rogues, a swarm of them, their eyes burning like coals in the dark.
Their snarls rip through the silence, feral, hungry. Werewolves on all sides of me snap and tear at flesh as howls split the air. The pack fights in formation under the floodlights. I don’t wait for permission. I don’t look for Kaelen’s nod. I dive in.
My wolf surges so close I can almost feel her claws tear through my skin. My senses sharpen. Sweat, fear, blood all swirl into one intoxicating haze.
“Strike. Rip. Show them what we are.” Selene whispers like wildfire in my mind. The first rogue lunges. I meet it head-on, sidestepping, I shift and my teeth into its r
