Selene’s body ached with every movement, her muscles burning as she swung at the training dummy again. The impact sent vibrations up her arms, but she clenched her jaw and reset her stance, refusing to falter. “Again,” Xander’s voice rang out from behind her. She exhaled sharply and struck once more, her claws slicing through the thick straw padding. It wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t fast enough. If she had been stronger before, she wouldn’t have been so helpless against Killian. She wouldn’t have needed to be saved. That thought fueled her next strike, her claws digging deeper this time. A low hum of approval came from Xander. “Better.” Selene turned, sweat slicking her brow, her chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. Xander stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his ches

