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2025-11-06 00:00:02The clang of claws against sparring mats and the occasional grunt of pain echoed across the clearing. Cheyenne, sweating slightly and looking way too pleased with herself, casually stepped over a groaning Gunner. He gave her a look like he was dying, and she blew him a kiss in response.
“Get up, cupcake. You can’t shift into your wolf if you’re still nursing your pride.”
“That’s rich coming from someone who broke my rib two minutes ago,” Gunner muttered.
“I kissed it better.”
“You kissed my forehead.”
“Details.”
Cheyenne was about to call the next pair forward when a figure approached from the tree line—Serenya, her face unreadable but her pace determined.
Cheyenne raised a brow. “We takin’ a break from ‘how to not get yeeted into a tree’ practice, or is this something serious?”
Serenya nodded slowly. &ldqu
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Cheyenne’s boots crunched over the gravel path leading toward the training field, the morning sun casting long, golden slashes across the yard. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her worn leather jacket, but she felt the tension coil in her shoulders anyway. The pack was already at work, wolves running drills, younger ones stumbling through obedience exercises, and the older warriors watching, correcting, encouraging. Everything should have felt ordinary—mundane even—but ordinary had begun to grate on her nerves.“Chey! Over here!” one of the younger wolves called, waving a hand as he fumbled with a training dummy. She gave a tight smile and waved back, but her mind was elsewhere.Koa’s voice whispered in her consciousness, low and deliberate. Frayed. You’re frayed, Cheyenne. And you don’t even realize it yet.She rolled her shoulders, letting out a slow exhale. She’d been running on instinct
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The moonlight turned the sand silver, the tide whispering in and out with the rhythm of a heartbeat. Serenya walked barefoot, her sandals dangling from her hand, the salty air tugging loose strands of her dark hair. The beach wasn’t far from the pack’s borders, and she’d chosen it for tonight because running free along the water always quieted the storm inside her.Orien trailed beside her, his stride longer but somehow heavy, his silence more noticeable than the waves. Normally, he filled the air with teasing—remarks about her serious face, about how her horse form always looked like it wanted to outrun the horizon itself. Tonight, though, he was tight-lipped, jaw set.She noticed. Of course she noticed.“You’re quiet,” Serenya said, glancing sideways at him.His eyes—stormy gray with flecks that always reminded her of twilight—didn’t meet hers. “Just thinking.”“About w
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