The morning light cast a soft glow across the training grounds as Maeve and I made our way back toward the packhouse after an intense early session. Her hand brushed mine occasionally, a small reminder of the grounding presence she always brought me. I still felt the surge of power and clarity from yesterday’s training, an afterglow from unlocking this new side of myself, a side I hadn’t fully realized until now. The instincts that had long lain dormant since her bite felt sharper, and I was more attuned to every shift in the pack.
Maeve stopped, sensing my inner thoughts, and turned to look at me with a soft smile. “I knew you’d find your way to it,” she said, a warmth in her voice that pulled a grin from me.
“You always seem to know what I’m capable of,” I replied, holding her gaze. “I
