Claimed by the wolves.
Rowan’s allies—no, not just allies—warriors trained to the edge of human limits, their movements precise, silent, deadly.
I drew a deep breath, letting the Warrior’s presence flood my senses. He wasn’t just guiding me; he was amplifying my awareness, predicting their strikes, showing openings I couldn’t have perceived alone. Every attack we dodged, every counter we made, was a dance of instinct, power, and trust. Dorian’s fists struck with precision, Bryan’s agility turned every attempted ambush into an opportunity, and I moved as one with them, the Warrior whispering a rhythm to my body I could follow instinctively.
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