*Kieran*
The air crackles with energy as I step onto the training field, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling my lungs. My heart thrums in rhythm with the distant thundering of feet as werewolves from all grades converge for today’s combat-style athletic class. There’s something about the promise of competition that sends a rush of adrenaline through me. I stretch my limbs, feeling the muscles beneath my skin respond, eager for the challenge ahead.
“Hey, Prince Charming!” Silas calls out, striding over with that signature smirk plastered across his face. His hair is tousled, and the sunlight glints off his sharp features, making him look almost too handsome for his own good. “Ready to be dethroned today?”
I chuckle, rolling my shoulders. “In your dreams, Silas. You’re gonna
