71 (Kathryn’s POV) I found Celia in the kitchen later that afternoon, sleeves rolled up, hair piled high in that perfectly imperfect knot she did when she meant business. She was wrist-deep in dough, flour streaking her forearms like war paint. She didn’t look up right away when I stepped in just kept kneading with steady, ruthless hands. But her voice, when it came, told me she’d known I was there the moment I crossed the threshold. “You look like you’ve been dragged behind a truck, my Luna.” I huffed a laugh and sank onto one of the stools at the island. My knees popped. Everything hurts. “You should see the truck.” That earned me a snort. She finally lifted her head, eyes sharp as ever, catching every scrape and bruise on my face. Her mouth tightened, but she didn’t fuss she knew better. Celia never coddled, never pitied. She simply saw. “Heard Camerin agreed to train you,” she said, turning back to her dough, folding it over itself with a neat twist. “He did.” I propped my
70 (Kathryn’s POV) Morning dew still clung to the grass when I stepped onto the training grounds. My boots squelched through it, cold soaking through the seams, but I didn’t care. I’d barely slept, mind racing with every scenario of how this would go and when I did drift off, I dreamed of claws and teeth and the dark thrum of power that was Tyler when he let Goliath come close to the surface. Tyler was already there. He’d stripped off his shirt a clear message that this wasn’t some gentle warmup. His bare chest gleamed with sweat from stretching and his wolf eyes, those pale, hungry golds tracked me like prey the second I crossed the line. He tossed me a padded helmet, which I caught on reflex. “You won’t need that,” he said, voice calm but edged with warning, “but it’ll make Camerin feel better.” Camerin stood off to the side, arms crossed, face unreadable. He’d laid out mats on the hard-packed earth, but the soft courtesy didn’t fool me. This was going to hurt. I strapped on t
69 (Kathryn’s POV) The training yard looked different when you knew what waited for you there. Before, it was just packed dirt, scuffed footprints, sweat stains in the sand. Now it felt like an arena. A place where blood and bone learned their limits and broke them anyway. Camerin was already there when I arrived. No Tyler this time. Just me, him, and the wide, open space under a gray sky. He was rolling up his sleeves, slow and deliberate, like he wanted me to see the thick scars crisscrossing his forearms. A silent warning or maybe a promise. “You slept?” he asked, not bothering with good morning. “Some,” I said. I hadn’t. Not really. My whole body hummed too loud for sleep. “Good enough.” He picked up a staff from the rack by the fence. Not a fancy one just oak, worn smooth by years of palms gripping it. He tossed it to me. I caught it clumsily, the weight surprising. It was heavier than it looked. “I thought you were going to teach me to fight a wolf,” I said, testing the h
68 (Katryn’s POV) I didn’t sleep much. I rested, sure Tyler wrapped around me like armor I didn’t know I needed but my mind wouldn’t be quiet. By the time dawn turned the windows pale gray, I was up, standing in front of the mirror lacing my hair back tight, my stomach twisting with nerves and something that tasted like determination. Tyler watched me from the bed, propped up on one elbow. He looked unfairly calm for a man about to throw his mate to the floor repeatedly. “Last chance to back out,” he said, voice still scratchy with sleep. “Not a chance,” I shot back, tying off my braid. I grabbed a hoodie, tugged it over my head, and turned to face him. “Come on, Alpha. Let’s get this over with.” Camerin was already waiting for us at the training grounds, an open circle of dirt and grass near the tree line, surrounded by a few curious warriors who’d caught wind of what was about to happen. He gave me a nod, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever. “You ready, Luna?” he called. I stepp
67 (Tyler’s POV) I knew Camerin would be in his office. And I knew that, even though he liked Kate as a person, he had plenty of doubts about her fighting a wolf. I needed him to see what Micah did the hours Micah spent watching over her at the house had turned his doubt into respect. But no one knew more about fighting a wolf while staying human than Camerin, so I had to respect his decision, whether I liked it or not. I knocked once as I walked in. He didn’t bother looking up right away, so I made my way over to the chair in front of his desk and sat down without a word. I waited while he scribbled notes and shuffled papers. Finally, Camerin glanced at me over the stack. “I take it this isn’t a social call.” “What makes you say that?” I asked, waving a hand lazily in his direction. “By all means, finish what you’re doing. Don’t let me bother you.” He grumbled under his breath but put the pen down anyway. Folding his hands on the desk, he met my eyes. “How may I help you, Alpha
66 (Kathryn’s POV) The morning sun spilled across the courtyard in streaks of gold and gray. Warriors moved in crisp lines, hauling trunks and crates to waiting SUVs. The rumble of engines starting up broke the quiet, mixing with the chatter of ranked wolves giving last-minute orders. Tyler stood beside me at the top of the steps, his arm draped protectively around my waist, fingers tapping lightly against my hip. It should’ve been comforting and it was but there was tension coiled tight in him too, barely leashed. Below, Mirella spoke with her mate, Alpha Rowan, their heads bent close in a final exchange of words too low for me to catch. Nearby, the other Lunas gathered their cloaks and bags, their sleek poise only cracking when they thought no one was watching a huff here, a tight frown there. The council’s bickering had left a taste in everyone’s mouths. “Is it always like this?” I asked, just loud enough for Tyler to hear. He huffed a laugh against my hair. “Not always. Som