The victory didn’t last.It never did.By morning, Shadowridge looked normal again.Too normal.Warriors moved through their routines, patrols rotated, and the usual sounds of the pack returned—but underneath it all, something felt… fragile.Like one wrong move could break everything.Aria stood in the training field again, facing Lyra.“Don’t hold back,” Lyra said, rolling her shoulders. “I want to see if yesterday was luck or skill.”Aria narrowed her eyes slightly. “You already know the answer.”“Humor me.”They moved at the same time.Lyra struck first—fast, aggressive, testing.Aria blocked, stepping back just enough to avoid the full force. She didn’t use her power this time. Just instinct. Just control.Again.And again.Lyra pushed harder, faster, forcing Aria to react.But Aria stayed measured.Focused.Different.After a few more exchanges, Lyra stepped back, lowering her blade slightly.“…Okay,” she admitted. “That’s new.”Aria exhaled softly. “I told you.”“You’re thinking
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