Marked by the Lycan Prince
Not with judgment, but with expectation.
Eventually, something shifts. The noise dulls. My breath steadies. My feet feel heavier. Planted.
“Good,” he says quietly. “Now movement.”
He steps into the clearing with me, barefoot now, and lowers into a stance I’ve only ever seen in movies, knees bent, one foot slightly back, hands raised loosely but ready.
“You can’t shift into your wolf yet,” he says. “So you start like any human would. Balance first. You’re no good to anyone if you can’t stay standing.”
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