Lucia sat on the edge of the training den, watching her classmates with a mixture of admiration and longing. The other young werewolves shifted effortlessly into their wolf forms, their sleek bodies moving with practiced grace and raw power. They formed groups, some tasked with hiding, others with navigating their teams through the dense forest. Lucia, however, remained in her human form, her heart heavy with frustration and a sense of inadequacy.
"Hey, Lucia!" a voice called out, dripping with condescension. Miranda, a tall and arrogant werewolf known for her cruelty, approached in her human form. "Why don't you join in? We can pretend to hunt you. After all, you're already human. No need to pretend."
A ripple of laughter spread through the group at Miranda's words. Lucia felt her face
