Riley POV
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the grounds of the McKinnley estate. It had been weeks since Alex, Mason, and I had begun our training under David’s guidance, and tonight marked another step in our journey as werewolves.
As we patrolled the perimeter of the estate, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration mixed with apprehension. The training had awakened something primal within me—a connection to my wolf heritage that I was only beginning to understand.
Beside me, Alex moved with a fluid grace, her focus unwavering as she scanned the shadows for any sign of danger. Mason walked on my other side, his presence reassuring in the quiet of the night.
"We’re doing great," Mason murmured, his voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves.
