The training yard was cold and pack, the sun barely cresting the mountains. Frost clung to the grass, and the breath of the warriors misted in the air as they paired off for morning drills. But it wasn't the cold that had the warriors murmuring.
It was the Alpha and the wolfless girl.
Rowan stood at the center of the yard, his arms crossed, his golden eyes tracking Aria's every movement as she sparred with Nyssa. She was faster now, lean muscle and quick reflexes, her bare hands striking with precision. She ducked under Nyssa's swing, pivoted, and landed a palm strike to her ribs that sent Nyssa stumbling back with a grunt.
"Better," Rowan said. His voice carried across the yard. "Again. This time, don't hesitate on the follow through."
Aria nodded, resetting her stance. Nyssa rubbed h
