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"She's not ready."Elena froze outside the training room, Morgan's voice carrying through the cracked door."It's been a month," another voice responded…Oliver, the compound's medic. "Her progress is remarkable, but you're pushing too hard.""Not hard enough." Morgan's tone held frustration Elena had never heard. "She needs to shift fully. A goddess-born Alpha who can't access her wolf form is a walking target.""And if forcing it breaks her mind? I've seen wolves driven mad by premature shifts.""She's stronger than that.""Is she? Or are you seeing what you want to see?"Elena backed away, heart pounding. They were discussing her like a failing experiment. A month of brutal training, bleeding, learning…and it wasn't enough.We should show them, Zara snarled. Let them see what we're becoming.How? I can hold partial shifts, but full transformation...Is right there. I feel it. Just beneath the surface.Elena entered through another door, pretending she hadn't overheard. Morgan and Ol

"Again."Elena's muscles screamed protest. Seventeen shifts in three hours…human to wolf, wolf to human, partial variations between. Each transformation took more effort, her body depleting resources faster than goddess-born healing could replenish."I need a break…""Enemies won't give you breaks." Morgan circled Elena's exhausted form. "Shift mid-combat or die. Again."The training ground had transformed overnight. Where yesterday brought celebration of first shift, today brought brutal reality. Morgan attacked without warning, forcing Elena to change forms while dodging, blocking, running.Elena barely managed the shift before Morgan's claws raked her flank. Wolf instincts took over, rolling away from follow-up strikes. But holding the form while fighting proved nearly impossible."Better. You lasted six seconds longer." Morgan shifted human, not even breathing hard. "But six seconds is five too many. Instant transformation saves lives.""You make it look easy.""Twenty years of pr

***Six Months LaterThe mirror reflected a stranger. Elena traced new muscle definition across her abdomen, shoulders broader than memory allowed. Six months of Morgan's brutal regimen had reconstructed her body from foundation up."Admiring your work?" Morgan asked from the doorway."Trying to recognize myself." Elena pulled on training clothes that had required three size adjustments. "Sometimes I forget what I used to look like.""Good. That woman was built to submit. This one is built to conquer."The morning routine that had once left Elena vomiting now served as mere warmup. Twenty-mile run in wolf form, shift to human for calisthenics, combat drills until noon. Afternoons brought weapons training…knives, staffs, projectiles. Evenings belonged to Ines and technology."Today we add weight resistance," Morgan announced, leading Elena to a section of the training grounds she'd only observed others using. Massive logs, chains, stone blocks that looked impossible to lift."Those are

***Eighteen Months at the CompoundThe bone broke with a sound like dry kindling. Elena bit through her scream, rolling away from Morgan's follow-up strike. Her left arm hung useless for exactly three seconds before accelerated healing kicked in, bones knitting with audible clicks."Too slow," Morgan criticized, not giving her recovery time. "In real combat, three seconds of disability means death."Elena ducked another strike, using her right hand to sweep Morgan's legs. The trainer jumped, but Elena had anticipated it, already spinning to catch her mid-air with a partially shifted claw strike.Morgan twisted impossibly, avoiding the attack by millimeters. They'd been sparring for two hours, and Elena had yet to land a clean hit."Better anticipation," Morgan acknowledged, landing in a crouch. "But you're still thinking like prey. Waiting for openings instead of creating them.""Hard to create openings when you don't have any.""Everyone has openings. Even me." Morgan straightened,

Two Years at the CompoundDawn found Elena moving through forms that didn't have names, combat techniques evolved beyond traditional styles. Her body flowed like water, struck like lightning, adapted like mercury. Two years of Morgan's training had rebuilt her from molecules up.She felt the attack before it materialized…seven wolves emerging from concealment, Morgan's final evaluation beginning without warning. Elena didn't think, just moved. Enhanced perception showed probability threads, optimal responses calculated in microseconds.The first attacker fell to a strike he couldn't see coming, Elena's speed exceeding normal wolf parameters. The second and third tried coordination, but she existed between their timing, turning their teamwork into collision.Four more circled, learning from their packmates' failures. But Elena had transcended normal combat. She could feel their intentions through electromagnetic fields, predict movements through micro-expressions invisible to standard