Michael
The sun is high in the sky, casting a glow over the training grounds outside Knight Castle. I’m shirtless, in shorts, drenched in sweat, and my muscles ripple with every movement I make. I spar with the grace of a predator, my eyes locked on my opponent’s every twitch.
My opponent matches me blow for blow, our swords clanging with a rhythm that echoes through the dusty field. We grin at each other, a silent acknowledgment of the other’s skill.
The air has the scent of crushed grass and iron from the weapons. My heart races with excitement as I par another of Sebastian’s fierce strikes. My best friend is gifted in more ways than one. But I have skills of my own.
Sebastian’s eyes narrow, and I know he’s about to attempt something new. The future Lycan King is a formidable oppone
