Sera's POV
Lyra did not believe in warm-ups.
"Shift," she commanded, standing in the center of the training grounds with her arms crossed. The morning sun blazed down on us, casting long shadows across the packed earth. Around us, other wolves trained in pairs—sparring, grappling, honing bodies that had centuries of experience. The sounds of their efforts filled the air: grunts of exertion, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, the occasional laugh or curse.
I stared at her. "I don't know how."
"You're Lunaris. You know how. Your body knows how. You just have to stop thinking and let it happen."
"That's not helpful."
Lyra grinned—the expression sharp and feral. "Good. I'm not here to be helpful. I'm here to keep you alive." She circled me slowly, her dark eyes missing nothing, catal
