Kain watched intently, the way Lucy moved around his brother was nothing short of breathtaking. Swift. Calculated. Powerful.

Kyle excelled at werewolf combat, yet Kain could immediately tell his brother was holding himself back, matching Lucy’s pace, parrying her strikes rather than overpowering her, needling her with each controlled deflection.

That, at least, Kain was grateful for. The last thing he needed was Kyle slipping and unleashing his full ferocity on her.

What he didn’t expect was Lucy. When had she learned to fight like this? She’d only recently awakened her wolf, and yet she moved with the instinct, the precision, of someone far more seasoned, as if the moon...