Kane’s POV
The next day, the sun was still low, spilling pale gold across the training grounds but the warriors were already gathered, waiting. Word had spread fast, rumors of sparks, of light bursting from Ava’s hands. Wolves lived for stories like that and this morning, they all wanted proof.
I stood at the edge of the ring, my arms folded, Zack and Lucas flanking me. Ava stood in the center. She didn’t fidget, she didn’t look nervous. Her chin was lifted, her stance firm.
Good.
“You’ve trained with me. You’ve trained with Lucas. But today—” my voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd, “You fight warriors. Real opponents, no holding back.”
A few warriors exchanged uneasy glances. One or two smirked, thinking this was going to be a show.
I let my gaze sweep over them. “Darius.”
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