Morning training always had a sharpness to it. the smell of dirt, sweat, steel, and wolf. The sun had barely risen, yet the training ground already thrummed with life.Damon stood at the center of it all.Shirtless, muscles taut and scarred, he moved like a storm among the warriors. Every strike he landed was precise, controlled, devastating. One by one, men twice my size hit the ground, gasping for breath, dust clinging to their skin.And yet….his eyes kept drifting to me.I felt it even when I wasn’t looking.I trained with the omegas on the far side of the grounds. Usually, they were firm but fair. Today? They were overly cautious, as if I were made of glass.“Careful, Luna,” one murmured when I stumbled during a dodge.“Slow down,” another urged, hands hovering but never touching.I clenched my jaw.Damon had warned them.“Not even a bruise should appear on her skin.”It irritated me more than I wanted to admit.“I can handle it,” I said, adjusting my stance. “I’m not broken.”The
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