Kira's POV
"Let's run a few rounds," Callum said, "Consider it fair exchange for returning the clothes, Ms. Vance."
I was already committed, my wolf Mira practically vibrating with energy at the underlying competition. "Fine. How many rounds?"
"Five rounds, ten shots each," Callum replied.
One of the range staff approached and placed ammunition and additional ear protection in front of me.
I looked down at the specialized weapon, and a profound sense of familiarity washed over me, the muscle memory from countless training sessions flooding back despite the years since I'd left active Alliance military service.
I checked the firearm with practiced efficiency, loaded the magazine, and secured the ear protection in place.
Even though I hadn't handled weapons since completing my service
