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Morning came too soon, and with it, my nerves. It arrived like a pulse beneath my skin, every hair standing on edge.I woke before the sun, my breath heaving and missing beats, my heart already racing. Lola stirred the moment my feet touched the floor, her voice a steady thrum in my chest.It’s time.Outside, the world was painted in silver fog and the kind of silence that felt like holding your breath. But the forest clearing beyond the pack house was already alive with energy—shifting bodies, whispers, tension. The arena had been drawn into the earth by ancient hands. A giant ring carved in stone and ash, surrounded by wild trees and enchanted lanterns that glowed like trapped stars.And soon, dozens of she-wolves stood around it, each one strong, dangerous, and determined. Every one of them had trained for this—fighting for the same title. The future Luna.And there I was. A half blood. A question mark.Some wore ornate armor etched with clan symbols. Others bore war paint across t
The final day before the tournament arrived like a deep breath before a plunge. No fanfare. No dramatic signs from the skies. Just a stillness in the air, like the world was waiting.So was I.Julian met me first—under the training canopy just after dawn. He said nothing at first, just stood beside me as we watched the mist swirl around the treetops. Then he handed me a blade. Polished obsidian, short and curved like a crescent moon. It fit into my hand like it had always belonged there.“This belonged to your grandmother,” he said softly. “She was an extremely powerful wolf with alpha blood running through her veins. She’d want you to have this.”I looked up at him, surprised. He had never spoken of her before. Wait, did that mean I also have alpha blood in me? Despite being half human?“She didn’t win any tournaments,” he added with a small smile. “But she won every fight that mattered.”I turned the blade over in my palm, feeling the blade in my palm, my fingers running through with
It was three days before the tournament and I still felt unprepared. Today was different. Today, I was going to train with others.This wasn’t a private session with Levi or a quiet drill with Jerry. This was public. Half the pack was gathered—some training, some watching, most whispering.My fingers fidgeted at my sides. I could already hear the murmurs.“That’s the half-blood?”“She’s Beta Julian’s kid, right?”“Pretty, but I doubt she lasts a round.”Levi gave me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before walking off to handle a separate group. “You’ve got this, half breed.”I nodded, but my throat felt tight. The name that once made me smile now echoed like a label. Half. Almost. Not quite.“Don’t let them get in your head,” Valerie said, stepping beside me. “They’ve just never seen a girl like you win.”“I haven’t even won yet.”“You will. I’ve seen the way you move. They’re the ones who need to catch up.”I gave her a small smile, but it faltered the moment I spotted Ruby strut
The morning after our private night felt like waking up inside a dream I didn’t want to end. But Levi had different plans. It was like the passions of the previous night made him see more clearly, like he finally realized he could lose me before our relationship even began. And he was not about to let that happen. He stood by the riverbank as the sun rose behind him, shirtless again, arms crossed, eyes set like stone. "You’re late, half breed." I rolled my eyes. "We barely slept. That was your fault." He smirked. "And now it’s mine to fix it and catch up. Today, you meet your beast." My body ached from last night, but there was something deeper buzzing inside me—anticipation, nerves, maybe even fear. We started with basic movements: posture control, breathwork, centering. But it didn’t stay basic for long. Levi moved around me, adjusting my stance with soft but deliberate touches, his hands lingering a little longer than necessary. "You’re not just a girl anymore," he said. "Yo
Jerry’s idea of a good morning started with a punch to the face. Not metaphorically—literally.I blocked just in time, but the force sent me skidding backward in the dirt. My shoulder screamed in protest. My lungs burned.“Get up,” he called.We’d been sparring for days now, and I hadn’t landed a single win. Not one. Jerry was always calm, always collected, and it made me want to throw something at him—preferably his own smug face.“You’re still swinging like a hammer,” he said, circling me. “Strength is great. But strength without purpose is just noise.”“I’m trying!” I snapped.“Try smarter.”We went again. And again. Each time, I tried to match him blow for blow. Each time, he used my force against me.Valerie sat nearby on a log, sipping something warm and watching with narrowed eyes. “She’s getting frustrated,” she said.“Because she’s losing,” Jerry replied.“I can hear you both,” I grunted.“You’re supposed to,” Valerie smirked.I lunged again, fast and furious—and found myself
The first morning after the tournament was announced, I woke up before the sun did. Sleep had come in fragments, all restless dreams and flickers of golden threads and Ruby’s smug face. The air was still cold when I stepped outside, my bare feet pressing into the dewy grass behind the pack house.Levi had suggested I move back into the pack house so he could monitor my training. If you ask me, I think the real reason was just so I’d be nearer to him. At all times.It was both romantic and concerning.Valerie found me, arms crossed against her chest, her hair a wild mess of red curls in the wind.“Can’t sleep?” she asked, her voice soft.I shook my head. “Can’t stop thinking.”She walked up and stood beside me, looking out into the woods. “Penny for your thoughts?”Sighing, I turned to look at her. “What if I don’t win?”She furrowed her brows. “Don’t tell me you plan on giving up before you’ve even started?”“No. I don’t know. I just think—”“Then stop thinking and start training.”An