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Cheyenne said, ducking a swing and landing a low kick, “but I didn’t realize you were this predictable.”
“Predictable?” Gunner countered, grappling her into a throw. “You’re lucky I love you—or everyone else would be off the stands already.”
Her laughter rang out, sharp and wild, echoing across the field. The pack couldn’t help but cheer, some nervously, some enthusiastically. Cheyenne’s energy was contagious, fierce, and commanding.
The sparring escalated, no longer playful but intensely focused. Every movement from Cheyenne carried a lesson: precision, strength, control. Koa guided her, reinforcing strategy and dominance. Gunner adapted, matching her skill with his own, forcing her to push
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