The shift in Adrian was immediate not physical, but primal. His stance lowered, weight distributing like a predator ready to spring. The air around him sharpened.
Lyra noticed. Her gaze narrowed slightly, but she didn’t intervene.
Selene walked closer, unhurried, completely unafraid.
“Show me,” she said softly.
Adrian moved first. Fast.
He closed the distance in a blink, striking—not wildly, but with precision. Selene met him effortlessly, deflecting his blow and pivoting to counter. Their movements blurred—strike, block, turn, impact.
But there was a difference.
Adrian wasn’t just fighting.
He was hunting.
Every movement he made was calculated to corner, to trap, to overwhelm. He circled her, forcing angles, testing reactions—not like someone trained, but like something born wit
