Sienna’s POV

To be honest, my sister does not train like a wolf. That is the first thing I learned about her.

Something about wolves is that we breathe, take easier techniques and mostly work on stance.

Selene does none of that. She throws a knife at my head. I yelp and drop so fast my feet tangle together. I fall backward onto the dirt with a very undignified thud, leaves crunching under my back.

The knife flies past my ear.

Thunk!. It buries itself deep into the tree behind me.

For a second ...