Chapter 19: The Match Isn’t Over
(Dominic's POV)
The air was heavy with tension, thicker than usual at the sacred training grounds. Wolves in their training gear moved about, their voices a low, constant hum carried by the breeze. It should have been an ordinary morning.
But it wasn't.
My gaze landed on her. Aria stood in the center of the ring, perfectly balanced as she stretched, her movements flowing like water. Despite myself, I couldn’t look away.
“Focus,” my wolf growled in the back of my mind, but even it stirred with unease. It hated the distance I tried to maintain, hated the wedge I forced between us.
Instead of relenting, I leaned casually against the railing of the private platform, fixing my expression into something unreadable. I didn’t care if she was elegant, if
