The arena was still.Dust hung in the morning air like breath paused between heartbeats. Wolves, pack members, elders, council observers , all frozen in that stunned silence that follows the collapse of something old and the rise of something new.Patrick still stood half-shifted , Echo trembling beneath his skin, ashamed, exhausted, defeated.Jason shifted first.The fur receded. Bone reformed. Skin smoothed. Midnight gave way to the man , tall, bare-chested, skin streaked with blood, muscles cut like iron and shadow. His eyes were still wolfgold, burning.Michelle watched him like someone who had survived winter and was seeing spring for the very first time.Then she moved.She didn’t run , she walked , slow, deliberate, sovereign. The pack’s eyes followed her as if she were gravity itself.Jason met her halfway.Their breaths were still rough from battle. Their bodies still alive with adrenaline. Their hearts , too full, too fast.Michelle looked up at him, voice barely a whis
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