FAYE
I barely had time to pivot before his fist connected—not a tap, not a test, but a real, precise strike aimed just right. The impact slammed into my side, and before I could brace fully, the world tilted. My boots slid against the dirt, and I hit the ground hard, a sharp gasp escaping me.
The field went silent for a heartbeat. Not one wolf dared breathe too loudly. My body throbbed where his strike landed.
Alexander didn’t advance. Instead, he stepped back just enough to let me recover, giving me the space to rise without pressing the advantage further. His eyes, intense and unwavering, followed me as I pushed myself up onto my knees.
“You okay?” His voice was low, careful, and it carried an undertone—concern.
I forced a breath, straightening, keeping my hands ready but relaxed be
