Kelly Thompson POV

"Good," he praised, as I narrowly dodged a sweeping leg that promised to topple me. "You move with the urgency of the storm, Kelly."

"Only because you are the calm that precedes it," I shot back, a half-grin flashing before I launched another offensive.

Claws retracted, we sparred on the knife-edge of control, our power held in check but always threatening to spill over. This was more than training; it was a reaffirmation of our bond, a statement to any who dared to ...