The training ground fell silent as Rose and Lily stepped into the center of the ring. A faint breeze rustled the surrounding trees, carrying the scent of earth and pine, but all attention remained locked on the two she-wolves standing opposite each other.

Rose rolled her shoulders, exhaling sharply as she settled into a fighting stance. Her muscles tensed with anticipation, her amber eyes locked onto Lily’s. Across from her, Lily stood poised and composed, her expression unreadable. ...