Marked By My Best Friend's Dad
The witches had set up a new obstacle course walls, swinging pendulums, shifting platforms, and energy barriers that tested not just skill, but intuition.
Alice tackled it like a storm. She leaped, flipped, and struck with precision. Her confidence radiated. The witches nodded silently, approving.
Rowan followed. His steps were cautious, but each movement carried a latent force. Sometimes, the White Wolf surged, making him slam through a barrier before he could stop himself. Sometimes, it wavered, and he almost stumbled.
One platform tilted sharply. Rowan jumped, wolf energy flaring. He landed hard, claws raking the edge, scratching deep lines into the enchanted wood.
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