The field behind the manor was quiet except for the sound of the stream running along the trench. Evening had just begun, and the wards shimmered faintly in the fading light.
Tara called everyone out again. Tonight's training was different. They had practiced balance and single defense. Now, it was time for something harder.
"Two against one," Tara said firmly. Her golden eyes swept across Therese, Kim, and Mira. "An enemy will not be polite. You will not be challenged one at a time."
Shannon stood at the edge of the yard, arms crossed. He would not intervene, but his presence kept everyone sharp. His frost-blue eyes tracked every movement, noting mistakes and weighing strengths.
The shift came quickly. Bones stretched, fur rose, claws sank into soil. Soon, the four wolves stood ready.
