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The First Trial
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2025-09-01 00:17:32Lucien’s POV
I step onto the training grounds of the villa, eyes scanning the space, alert. The crisp mountain air carries the scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of magic that lingers around the villa. Wolves shift in the distance, their forms flickering as shadows between the trees. I tense instinctively, old habits die hard, but I am reminded that here, I am not hunted. Not anymore.The pack is assembled. Jandro stands at the center, calm but commanding, his storm-gray eyes sweeping over us like the tide. Zenith hovers near him, her presence like a tether, grounding each of us before we begin. Koa leans against the side of the training area, ever-watchful, arms crossed, the silent guardian. And then there’s the teenagers, Darian, Lysander, Elysia, already standing tall, no longer the jittery kids I first saw. And finally, Esme and Selene, the witches, and me, Lucien, vampire without a clan, now without fear.Ze
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