The moon hung high in the night sky, its silver light washing over the training grounds in a soft, ethereal glow. The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and dew, the whisper of a breeze rustling through the trees.
Opal stood in the center of the clearing, her silver hair shimmering under the moonlight, her violet eyes sharp and focused. Her shoulders were squared, her feet planted firmly, her muscles taut with anticipation. Time to get back to work... no more distractions.
She watched her brothers circle her, their faces gleaming with mischief, their eyes glinting with playful intent. Forrest was bouncing on his feet, his emerald eyes locked on her, a crooked grin on his face. Brooks stood back, his silver-gray eyes calculating, his stance relaxed but ready. Ridge's amber eyes were narrowed, his body low and poised, his focus unyielding. And then there was Ash, his silver eyes gleaming with challenge, his jaw tight, his posture rigid.
