Briar
The early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the training ground. Sweat trickled down my back, my hair sticking to my forehead as I circled Damian. Every muscle in my body was tense, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
"Remember," Damian called out, his voice steady despite the intensity of his stormy gray eyes, "use your opponent's strength against them. You're smaller, but that can be an advantage. Speed over power, little wolf."
I nodded, recalling the lessons Finn and Damian had drilled into me over the past week. "Right," I panted, wiping sweat from my brow. "Speed over power. Got it."
"Come on, little wolf," he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Show me what you've got."
I feinted left, then darted right, aiming a kick
