"Good," he praised, as I narrowly dodged a sweeping leg that promised to topple me. "You move with the urgency of the storm, Kelly."
"Only because you are the calm that precedes it," I shot back, a half-grin flashing before I launched another offensive.
Claws retracted, we sparred on the knife-edge of control, our power held in check but always threatening to spill over. This was more than training; it was a reaffirmation of our bond, a statement to any who dared to challenge us: the Luna Queen and the Alpha King stood united, a formidable front against encroaching darkness.
Sweat glistened on my brow, and my heart thundered, echoing the ferocity of our legacy. We were the guardians of peace, the defenders of the South pack, and in this moment of preparation, we honed each other
