Seraphina's POV

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the training hall as I adjusted my leather sparring gear, watching the pack warriors gather in a respectful circle around me. Today was perfect, another opportunity to show everyone exactly what a real Luna looked like.

"Are you certain about this, Miss Seraphina?" Beta Thomas asked, his weathered face creased with concern. "Gregory is one of our strongest fighters. Perhaps we should start with someone less ...