We walked outside to the dirt parking lot.
Every. Single. Person. Wolf, shifter, and even staff.
They followed my ass outside for this one.
Geez, had I known, I would have sold tickets.
My mates didn't follow.
They walked beside me.
One on each side.
Close—but not touching.
Their voices came low, steady, constant—meant for my wolf and me.
"Stay low."
"Her reach is long—don't get caught inside it."
"Circle. Control the distance."
"Go for the center of gravity."
"Pressure points—disable, don't brawl."
And then—
Images.
Fast. Sharp.
Flashes of movement, angles, impact points.
Training. Instinct. War.
It was… incredible.
And overwhelming.
Rose perked up instantly.
Oh, I like them, she chirped, far too pleased. We can work with this.
My head spun.
Too much. Too fast. Too
