Chater 93I stood in the arena, my chest still heaving from the first part of the Stage Two challenge. My hands were sweaty, my muscles tight, but my wolf was awake now, fully aware, fully alive. It started as a vibration deep inside me, low and insistent, and then it grew, spreading through my body like fire. My senses sharpened. Every whisper, every movement, every sound in the crowd reached me with painful clarity. I could feel my heartbeat echoing through the arena, every thump synchronized with my wolf’s pulse.Theo and his brother stood at the sidelines, their eyes never leaving me. I could feel their concern and pride in the way they exchanged glances, subtle but loaded with meaning. They had trained me, guided me, reminded me of everything I had learned about strength, balance, and control. And now, it was showing. My wolf surged forward inside me, strong, powerful, not monstrous yet, but noticeable. My ears pricked slightly without me realizing, my instincts flaring, my prese
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