Evan
"So, you don't think I can defeat you?" Stella asks in a challenging tone from the other side of the forest glade.
She is bouncing from feet to feet, pumped up for the duel. I can tell she has had training. Even though her body lacks muscle, there is confidence in her moves and determination in her eyes.
And there is something oddly familiar in the way she moves...
'The werewolf woman was trained by the older version of you. She is not to be underestimated.'
"I want to defeat her."
'You can't... Not as you are right now.'
"How do I do it then?
'We wish for you to figure that out by yourself. Show us what you're capable of. You have great potential, Evan, but the shadows must be convinced to leave your father's side.'
I ball my hand into a fist. "Oh, I will convince you."
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