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“Let’s go find Petal.”
Adam wrapped his arms around Gwen, and the two of them left the dragon group training ground, heading straight toward the werewolves’ side of the academy.
The further they got from the training grounds, the quieter their surroundings became. The roar of dragons and the occasional shouts of instructors gradually faded behind them, replaced by the low hum of conversation drifting from the werewolves’ training grounds ahead.
Unlike the dragons’ territory, where everything seemed to be in constant motion, the werewolves’ grounds were calmer. Tall trees surrounded the open field, their thick branches stretching over the path and casting broken patches of sunlight across the ground. A few werewolves were scattered around the area, some training in pairs while others
