Meredith.
Jeffery moved first.
One second, he was standing there, and the next, his fist was cutting through the air toward my face.
I jerked back, just barely dodging it as the rush of air from his swing brushed my cheek. My stomach clenched. If that had landed, I would already be on the ground.
I countered Jeffery’s first move with a quick jab to his side, but he blocked it with ease, like swatting away an insect.
His other hand came at me, aiming for my ribs. This time I ducked and rolled, the dirt rough under my palms.
"Good," Draven’s voice carried from the side, calm and controlled. "Stay sharp, don’t freeze."
Jeffery didn’t give me a second to breathe. He spun the next moment and swept his leg toward mine. I jumped, but not high enough as the edge of his boot clipped my calf and sent me stumbling.
I gritted my teeth as I caught myself before falling.
Darting forward this time, I threw a low punch toward his stomach, then another feint toward his jaw. He blocked both, but his brows lifted slightly as if acknowledging I wasn’t just flailing.
My heart pounded harder, sweat starting to bead at my temple. Every strike, every dodge, and every breath felt like I was walking on a knife’s edge.
But beneath the nerves, something hot and steady simmered in my chest.
Jeffery lunged at me again, faster this time. But something shifted—my eyes caught the twitch of his shoulder a heartbeat earlier, the tightening of his fist before it moved. I saw it coming.
I slipped sideways just as his punch cut through the air. My chest rose with a sharp breath.
I shouldn’t have been able to read him like that, but now his movements came to me in flashes, as though time stretched just enough for me to react.
A grin almost touched my lips—until he pushed harder.
His blows rained faster, stronger, and though I dodged two, the third came at an angle I couldn’t escape. His fist slammed into my side and immediately, pain shot through me like fire.
"Ah!" I cried out, clutching my ribs as I hit the ground.
"My apologizes, my lady," Jeffery’s for voice cut in, as he pulled back with regret in his eyes.
But Draven’s tone snapped sharper than a whip. "Who told you to stop?"
I blinked up at him through blurry eyes. ’What is he doing? Can’t he see I’m in pain?’
Groaning, I tried to push myself up. My arms trembled as my vision wavered. Then my gaze landed on Jeffery, and for a flicker, I felt something—an edge of wild energy rolling off him. His wolf.
’This isn’t fair.’
"You are right, this isn’t a fair fight." Valmora’s voice surged inside me, cool and sharp. "The Beta is using his wolf. Let me take over and show you how things are done."
"How?" I rasped inwardly. "I can’t even wolf out yet."
But she didn’t seem bothered instead she said to me, "Don’t worry. Free yourself, Meredith. Leave the rest to me."


"Good," Valmora purred in my mind. "Make him chase you. Break his rhythm. A wolf who loses rhythm loses the fight."
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