Stevie

“Argh!” Mala yells as she misses the connection point with Sky again.

Sky dances back, light and quick on his feet, creating an angle before using her momentary stance to push her forward.

It isn’t aggressive, it’s embarrassing. An action meant to exploit her anger and ignite it. To make her think less, react more.

Get sloppy.

The training field hums with heat and energy, dust rising in soft clouds beneath pounding feet. I stand with my arms folded, boots planted firm, the late morning sun warming my shoulders while my Lycan prowls just beneath my skin.

They are stronger than last month, she murmurs, her voice a low,...