Julian's POV
I had to admit it—Remi was tougher than she looked.
From the moment we started sparring, it was clear she wasn't just an ordinary wolf. For someone with zero formal training, she was quick on her feet, instinctively shifting her weight to dodge or block hits. She didn't land many strikes, but the sheer speed at which she adapted was impressive.
She wasn't a match for me, of course. But watching her, I realized something important: she might be strong enough to take Elias down one-on-one.
I couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips as I watched her. For a wolf, she was unusually strong and fast. It had to be her DNA—the legacy of her parents, the Crescent Moon pack, the Blessed Wolves. It was in her blood.
When I called for a pause, she wiped the sweat f
