Calla’s POV
Goran moved like a giant—strong and seemingly unstoppable, but also a bit slow. I could see the signs of his next moves, thanks to the tough training I’d been through with Luna. My senses were sharper now, allowing me to notice small shifts in his weight that I would have missed before as a human fighting.
“Stand still, little wolf,” Goran rumbled, his voice carrying contempt that suggested he didn’t consider me a real threat. He lunged for me with arms that could probably crush my ribs like matchsticks if he got a solid grip. “Let’s end this quickly so I can help Marcus finish your mate.”
I ducked under his reaching arms, using a nearby rock formation to vault over his head in a move that definitely wouldn’t have been possible even a week ago. My body was capable of things
