The moon hung high above the training grounds, casting a silver glow over the clearing. The night air was cool, carrying the familiar scent of pine and earth. The pack house lights flickered in the distance, but here, in the clearing surrounded by towering trees, it felt like another world—isolated, peaceful, yet charged with anticipation.
Opal's heart pounded as she faced off against Ash, her body low, her muscles coiled, her violet eyes locked on his. He was faster tonight, more focused, his silver eyes gleaming with determination. He's still trying to prove himself... he's still trying to prove he's the Alpha.
Ash smirked, his shoulders relaxed, his posture taunting. "What's wrong, Opal? Losing your edge?"
Opal's lips curled into a playful smile. "Not even close." She feinted to the left, her movements quick and precise, then darted to the right, aiming low to sweep his legs.
