|| Richard ||
I stood in silence at the edge of the training grounds, my arms crossed over my chest, my golden eyes fixed on Penelope. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the clearing, illuminating her as she moved with a grace and precision that left me in awe. She was sparring with James, her lithe form darting and weaving around his attacks with an almost effortless ease.
James, in his wolf form, was a formidable opponent. His massive gray-brown frame moved with the speed and power of an Alpha, his claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. But Penelope was faster. Her movements were calculated, her legs shifting just enough to create an opening, and then — she struck.
Her arm shot out, a blur of motion, and James stumbled back, a low growl escaping his throat. She did
