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She corrected my hand placement and made me repeat the same pivot thirty times until it felt natural. Lucia and I eventually squared off against each other. She was fast and incredibly driven, landing more hits than I did, but I noticed something strange as we sparred. I felt a core of strength in my limbs that hadn't been there before. It wasn't just the result of exercise. It felt deeper, like the way my vision had cleared after my coma or how quickly my bruises seemed to vanish.

Ashley POV “Come on! Harder!” Sweat dripped from my forehead, my temples, and well, from all over my body. In my mind, I made a note to buy a sports headband next time. Swiftly, I wiped the sweat off my forehead using the back of my arm before going back to doing two quick jabs and hooks, just like I had been doing for the past two minutes. “Put your weight into it!” My trainer, Larry Swan, didn't move a cent from where he stood while holding the boxing gloves, which I had successfully grounded earlier in the day's training session. “And keep your feet light! There's still one minute left!”

Maureen felt insecure next to Angga who seemed to be deliberately wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, especially when pulling down the handle of one of the tools, the man's shoulders formed impressive bulges. "Just a light workout." Light? Maureen snorted in annoyance. She could see how the amount of weight Angga used exceeded Maureen's body weight. "Tired, you know." Maureen sat on the back support for sit-ups while resting her hands on her chin, watching every bead of sweat forming on the man's temples. Angga looked so wet and focused, just as he reached the end of the struggle and spilled the entire warmth on Maureen's deepest point. Just imagining the sensation, Maureen had to blink and realiz

She didn't even know there was a right way to fall. Breeana got breathless really quickly. "We need to get you started on weight training and you need to up your running game. You are running out of stamina too quickly. We need to also work on…" Nelson continued to speak but she had zoned out already. Reece was there. Perhaps she should have expected it. He was getting more involved in pack security after the attack so of course, he would be on the training grounds. Reece was shirtless and Breeana couldn't help staring. He was ripped. His abs were unreal and his muscles flexed with each movement as he sparred with two opponents at the same time. His black hair fell towards his face as he mov

At the moment, a shirtless man was hitting a wooden stump in the courtyard. He seemed to be in his late fifties, going on to sixty, but he looked extremely fit and well-built, unlike the avid gym-goer’s bulky bodies. His body was chiseled and toned, a flawless piece of work by the man himself. To have such a toned physique, one had to be consistently practicing martial arts, training, and sculpting the body. The martial art he was practicing was a style called Wing Chun. A set of flurrying motions awarded anyone watching a visual feast but also concealed its immense power.

“This,” I said, raising my voice over the murmurs, “is what we’re facing. And you’re going to learn how to fight it.” “Get into your stances,” I commanded. “He’s not here for show. He’s here to help you train.” Some hesitated. I didn’t give them time to dwell on it. “Now.” That snapped them into motion. The first round of drills began. Brian was fast—inhumanly fast-faster than any vampire or werewolf I’d seen—switching forms mid-combat, exploiting blind spots, adapting to their attacks with chilling ease.

He really did like throwing big guys around. Mitch tried another attack. Bobby flipped him again, this time holding on to him and rolling him up and locking Mitch’s head under his knee. He knew the hold was very painful and he released it almost immediately. When Mitch got back to his feet this time, he looked shaken and wobbly. Bobby was a little annoyed, to tell the truth. So many of these guys just weren’t in shape. They pushed weights and did their cardio but they didn’t work on their breathing or their meditation. They didn’t have a clue about chi. They didn’t have iron inside them.

Storm landed hard, her paws skidding across blood-slick cobblestones before she immediately sprang forward again. Dad had once shared a quote from Bruce Lee that had stayed with me ever since. The best way to win a fight wasn't to block a punch. It was to not be there when it was thrown. At the time, I thought it sounded overly simple. Then James and Uncle Rob started training me, and I finally understood what he meant. They forced me to anticipate attacks instead of reacting to them, to read an opponent's shoulders, hips, and eyes before the strike ever came.

The training grounds were empty this early and most people were still sleeping and tending to wounds but I couldn't rest not when there was work to do. I started with basic forms using some movements Kira had drilled into me over and over until my muscles remembered without thinking. Then I moved to power training. Shielding up and holding it, I pushed my energy through it and make it stronger. My arms shook after the first minute. After two, sweat poured down my face then at three minutes, my legs wanted to give out but I kept going. "You're up early." I turned to see Lucas walking across the grounds, his shoulder was still bandaged. He moved stiffly, like every step hurt.

The rest of the time, she trained. The old storage shed had become a true gym now. Mats worn soft by bare feet. The punching bag scarred and patched. Blades hung along one wall, carefully spaced. Spears leaned in the corner. A salvaged odachi rested wrapped and respectful on a rack Dade had built himself. Alex lived there. She moved between disciplines the way some people changed songs. One morning it was Brazilian jiu-jitsu, drilling transitions until her body stopped thinking and simply answered. The next afternoon it was taekwondo—high, sharp kicks snapping through the air with startling ease. Jeet Kune Do threaded through it all, principles absorbed rather than memorized. Economy. Interc