The morning sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Nightshade penthouse, but for the first time in weeks, the air didn't feel heavy with dread. The battle at the ruins was over, and while the world outside was buzzing with news of “The White Wolf,” inside these walls, Faith was just a girl trying to find her footing.“Your stance is too wide, Faith,” Killian murmured, his voice low and steady.They were in the private gym. Faith was drenched in sweat, her lungs burning. She wasn't using her Goddess light. She wasn't calling on the lightning. She was using her fists and her feet, learning the raw, brutal art of hand-to-hand combat.“If I lose my connection to the Source, I need to know I can still take a man down,” Faith panted, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.Killian stepped closer, his golden eyes soft. He reached out, correcting the angle of her arm. “You will. But remember, a wolf doesn't just rely on teeth. They rely on technique. He offered a rare, small smile. Ta
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