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Two weeks had passed since the Beast incident, and things were slowly returning to normal—at least on the surface.
The school grounds buzzed again with energy, the training field alive with grunts, commands, and the thud of boots against the earth. The scent of sweat and adrenaline lingered in the air. Shifters paired off for sparring rounds beneath the blazing sun, and though no one dared to speak of it openly, whispers still swirled about that night in the woods.
I tightened my ponytail, expression unreadable, as I stepped onto the sparring ring. My eyes scanned the crowd—and landed on my assigned partner.
Lucas.
He stood there in all his effortless charm, arms crossed, smirking in that fake glory that made every female wolf shifter swoon.
"Looks like it’s you and me, Lyra," h
