Ella shut her eyes. With every word, every touch, something inside her shifted. Her wolf responded to him—drawn to his energy, fueled by his strength. She felt it pulse beneath her skin: the light, the fire, the storm.
His hands glided down her arms, guiding her movements. She moved in sync with him—fluid, controlled. Her fists struck the air with purpose, her kicks swift and sharp. Her aura flickered, then flared.
For the first time, Ella felt strong—not just surviving, but becoming.
“Good,” Damian said softly. “Don’t hold back. Let it all out.”
She spun, moving with grace and power. Her fist slammed into the training dummy with a fierce c***k—wood split, shards flying. She gasped, stumbling back in disbelief, staring at her trembling hands.
“I… I did that?” she whispered.
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