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Morning reckonings part 2
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Beneath the Wolf Moon The weight of the crown
The training grounds were silent except for the sound of fists hitting padded targets and the heavy rhythm of Avery’s breathing. Sweat dripped down her temple, her muscles burning with exhaustion, but she refused to stop. The Luna challenge was only days away now—seven days that felt like both an eternity and no time at all. Every strike mattered. Every breath mattered. Every ounce of strength she gained now could mean the difference between victory and failure.Lucas stood off to the side, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever. “Your form’s better,” he admitted, his voice calm but edged with a seriousness that never wavered when it came to her safety. “But you’re still hesitating with your left. If Savanna notices, she’ll exploit it.”“I won’t give her the chance,” Avery muttered, throwing another punch, harder this time. She was running on something beyond adrenaline—something raw and furious inside her. The memory of her parents whispering in the night about the missing documents, about c
Beneath the Wolf Moon Shadows before the storm
The training grounds were cloaked in the dim glow of dawn, the horizon bleeding soft shades of pink and gold that did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. My muscles ached, my lungs burned, but I forced myself to push through the next drill. Every strike, every dodge, every lunge carried with it the weight of what was coming—the Luna challenge. In less than a week, Savannah would stand opposite me, claws bared, determined to prove that I was nothing but a weak, undeserving outsider.But it wasn’t just her taunts that pushed me forward—it was what I knew. What I had overheard. What my parents had hidden. The documents we had taken now felt heavier than any blade in my hand, a burden I carried as secretly as I carried my bruises.Lucas called for me to hold my stance longer, his voice sharp and demanding. Sweat stung my eyes, but I obeyed, keeping my arms steady as the wooden staff cut the air in precise arcs. Jaxon hovered nearby, silent but watchful, his blue eyes flicking over e
Beneath the Wolf Moon They know
The morning sun crept through the training field, casting long shadows across the grass as I ducked, pivoted, and swung. My body was finally beginning to obey me the way I wanted. Every muscle ached, but it was a good ache—a reminder of how far I had come in the two weeks since I first started training under Jaxon and Lucas.Sweat dripped down my temple, soaking into the collar of my shirt, but I ignored it. My focus was sharp. I wasn’t the clumsy girl who had tripped over her own feet on day one anymore. I was stronger, faster, and more determined than ever. And with only a week left before the Luna challenge against Savannah, I didn’t have the luxury of slowing down.“Again,” Jaxon’s deep voice called, steady and unrelenting. He stood just beyond the sparring circle, his eyes trained on me like a hawk watching its prey. “Your stance is too wide. She’ll knock you off balance in seconds if you leave yourself open like that.”I clenched my jaw and reset, drawing my shoulders back, groundi
Beneath the Wolf Moon Cracks in the mask
The courtyard felt colder after everyone drifted back inside, leaving only whispers behind like smoke. My pulse still thudded in my ears, and though my body stood rigid with pride, my insides quivered as if I’d swallowed fire. I had looked my parents in the eyes and finally said no.But I knew it wouldn’t end there.Two weeks of relentless training had carved new strength into me. My muscles burned, my knuckles were raw, but every ache reminded me of why I was fighting. In just one week, I would stand in front of the pack, in front of Savanna, and prove that I was worthy of the Luna position. Jaxon’s Luna.Every day was the same rhythm: dawn runs, sparring with Lucas until my bones screamed, and mental discipline exercises with Jaxon, who pushed me harder than anyone else. His gaze would darken when I faltered, but it was never disappointment—it was belief, unyielding belief that I could do this.But in the quiet spaces between sweat and exhaustion, a different storm brewed.My parents’ wh
Beneath the Wolf Moon A line drawn
The sky that morning had the washed, brittle look of paper left out in the rain and dried too quickly, the kind of light that makes everything look more honest than it should be. I left the house with my phone in my pocket and a tightness in my chest that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with the way the world had acquired edges overnight. One week remained. Seven sunrises and seven sunsets, and the ledger’s shadow had stretched into the corners of every room I moved through. The ordinary things—that squeak in the front gate, the sound of a newspaper thudding onto a porch—felt like possible plot points in a story I had not chosen to star in.Training that morning was a narrow, efficient thing. We ran drills at a pace that demanded every scrap of concentration I owned: footwork until my calves burned, partner work to make my reactions muscle-deep, and endurance runs until my lungs felt like they had been sanded and rewired. Jaxon’s instructions came one measured senten
Beneath the Wolf Moon The calm before the storm
The morning light filtered through the blinds in long, lazy lines that stretched across my bedroom floor, and for a moment, the world felt deceptively still. I lay there, eyes tracing the patterns of light and shadow, trying to convince myself that the week ahead could be survived, that the coming challenge wasn’t an impossible mountain I was expected to climb barefoot. Every muscle in my body ached pleasantly from yesterday’s training, and yet, that ache felt like a promise—a small proof that I was becoming someone who could stand in that ring and not crumble the moment Savanna dared to cross the line.I swung my legs off the bed, feeling the soft pull of the carpet under my feet. There was a rhythm to my breathing that tried to coax my heart into a steadier pace, though the anticipation of the day ahead made it leap stubbornly against my ribs. Today’s training would be different. Today would be about endurance, about learning to move without thinking, about instinct finding its place
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