Marcus adjusted his leather gloves, his gaze fixed on the wolf standing rigid at the far end of the enclosure. Nyra, sleek and black as a shadow, bared her teeth in silent defiance. Beside him, I sat—Kael, his trusted partner. I’d seen wolves like her before: wild, angry, and afraid. Marcus leaned down, his voice low. She’s a challenge, Kael, but we’ve handled worse. I glanced at Nyra, sensing the storm ahead.
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