Elina leaned against her window, her gaze drifting over the courtyard where some of the werewolf soldiers honed their skills. Their graceful and yet brutal hand-combat techniques made for a fascinating watch. The way their muscles tensed, the swift movements, and the fluidity with which they seemed to dance across the training grounds—it was almost like a beautiful yet deadly ballet. It made her heart race in excitement.
Just as Elina was about to get lost in the rhythm of their movements, a knock sounded on her door. "Enter," she called out, still entranced by the scene outside.
The door creaked open, and in darted a small child with tufts of brown hair, laughing as he barreled into the room. Elina's face broke into a wide grin, her eyes shining with affection. She crouched, extending h
