~Rina~
The field was alive with energy, the kind of electric buzz that only came from adrenaline, competition, and anticipation. Everywhere I looked, students were stretching, talking, and preparing for what was easily the most anticipated training session of the year. This wasn’t just another day of practice—this was werewolf training, the kind that was woven into our very DNA. Shifting into our wolves, running through the forest, honing our techniques—it was what we lived for. And today, it counted for grades, which only made the atmosphere more intense.
Most students were dressed in their best workout gear, sleek and fitted, designed to move with the body and show off the muscle they’d spent months, even years, developing. For many, this was their time to shine, to show that they were
