As soon as Addison stepped into the arena, with Levi following a step behind, the atmosphere shifted. Those who had been sparring or training instinctively moved aside, their eyes drawn to her.
Among them, perhaps only Lance had ever witnessed Addison fight firsthand, and the rest were eager to see for themselves whether the rumors about their Royal Princess were true.
They had heard she was strong—valiant even—and as werewolves who revered strength above all, the chance to witness her in action stirred their excitement.
Even Levi, who had been by her side for three years, had never once seen her set foot in a training ground. She had been consumed with managing the Midnight River Pack, and her inability to shift had only cemented the belief that she was fragile and weak, a leader without the power to fight.
Today, however, she stood before them, ready to prove otherwise.
