MOONLIGHT REBORNChapter FourNova's POVJulie's wolf hit the ground running before her clothes finished tearing.She was fast. I'll give her that. Red Moon bred fighters the way some packs bred politicians — early, hard, with an emphasis on aggression over technique. Her wolf was large for a female, red-brown, shoulders at my chest height, and she came at me with the particular confidence of an animal that had never once been denied a fight it started.I had no wolf.My wolf had been asleep since I was three years old, buried so deep under two decades of Omega scent and Silver Moon's low expectations that even I had stopped believing it existed. No shift, no enhanced speed, no instincts beyond what six years of combat training had built into my muscle memory through sheer repetitive force.What I had was this: I knew where she was going to go before she got there.Fighters with Julie's background — rank-born, never seriously challenged, used to opponents who flinched — they always go
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