Cole's POVWe attacked again, moving faster as our wooden knives repeatedly collided. Lyra didn't rely on strength. She watched my movements, adapted quickly, and escaped every attempt I made to corner her. She wasn't fighting like an Omega who knew a few defensive moves. She fought like someone who had trained for years to survive, making me wonder who the hell had taught her.I increased the pressure and caught her wrist, twisting it behind her back when she tried to throw me. Instead, she turned directly into me, her palms landing against my chest as my hand settled around her waist.Once again, we were too close. Our faces were only inches apart, and when Lyra's hazel eyes dropped to my lips, I knew I hadn't imagined it. My gaze fell to hers as my fingers tightened around her waist, and for several seconds, we both seemed to forget we were supposed to be fighting."She feels it," my wolf said, sounding unbearably pleased.I didn't answer because, for once, I wasn't sure he was wr
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