Neo

With the weight of our next moves resting on my shoulders, I turn my gaze toward the training field where Skyler practices under her father's watchful eye. She moves with a grace that belies her ferocity, a dance of power and control. Her silver eyes catch the light, a beacon of strength in a petite frame. The golden sheen of her wolf form is absent, now focused into precise, human strikes and parries.

She's a marvel, this girl turned warrior, born of a lineage that bridges ...