Cora's POV Morning comes quietly in Frostbite. The air is crisp, sharp with pine and earth, and the training grounds are still damp with dew when Eric calls a break. My muscles ache in the good way now, the earned way. Sweat slicks my skin, my heart pounding steady and strong in my chest. I never thought I’d love the burn this much, but here I am, breathing hard and smiling despite myself. Eric watches me with that look again. Pride. Approval. Something warmer beneath it. “You’re improving fast,” he says, handing me a bottle of water. “Your balance is better. You’re not hesitating anymore.” I take it, fingers brushing his, and that familiar spark jumps between us. I swallow, forcing my eyes away before I overthink it. “I stopped doubting myself,” I say honestly. “Turns out that helps.” His lips curve, just slightly. “It does.” We walk toward the edge of the field together, my wolf calm and content beneath my skin. She likes him. Trusts him. That alone still feels surreal. Tha
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