In the training ground, a surprise sparring exhibition was underway.
It was a tradition resurrected from ancient lycan customs meant to celebrate the growth in strength of the soldiers over time.
Cray and Cole had just finished showing off a flashy choreographed routine that ended with Cray sprawling in the dirt, groaning with a hand over his chest. “Tell my mate I died sexy,” he called out as Velicia rolled her eyes from the sidelines.
Then Carl announced the next pair: “Leah. Roland. You’re up.”
Leah stiffened. “I didn’t agree to this.”
“You didn’t have to. Almost like we’re the automatic duo,” Roland chuckled at her side, smirking as he began unstrapping his jacket.
“I will actually punch you.”
“That is the point, sweetheart.”
Within minutes, the circle cleared. Lycans watched
