Violet's POV
Another morning. Another grueling training session with Mason.
Fuck, the guy knew how to push my buttons. But I was getting used to it-his smug smirk every time I hit the ground, the way he moved with precise, calculated steps, like a predator toying with its prey. If this was his idea of preparing me to fight the Shadow Wolves, I was already furious.
Mason circles me like I'm prey, that damn cocky grin plastered on his face. His arms are loose at his sides, completely unguarded, like he's daring me to try again.
"That all you got, Violet?" he taunts, voice smooth as silk but laced with condescension. "If I were a Shadow Wolf, you'd already be bleeding out on the ground. Maybe I should send them an invitation-give them an easy win."
My fists clench. "f**k you, Mason."
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