Lyall charged first, his movements swift and aggressive as he lunged toward her. Amara sidestepped just in time, her body reacting instinctively as she dodged his attack. He was fast, but she was faster. She had trained for this, prepared for the possibility that she would have to defend herself against those who saw her as weak. And she wasn’t going to let him win.
The fight continued, a flurry of strikes and dodges as they moved around the room, their wolves snarling and growling beneath the surface. Amara’s muscles burned with exert
ion, but she refused to let up. She had to show Lyall, and everyone else, that she was more than capable of holding her own.
With a sudden burst of energy, Amara ducked under Lyall’s next attack, sweeping his legs out from under him in one swift motion. H
