ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
Before I completely left the forest, I lingered in the shadows, watching the wolf who had given me the best fight I'd had in years. No other wolves had ever come close to challenging me like this. He was different. Enhanced, no doubt, by the witches. I scoffed inwardly. Only a fool would trust witches. My entire existence was born from such a foolish decision. The memory hit me like a whip, and I shook my head to dispel it.
I turned to leave but paused, just for a second longer, as a deep, agonized growl echoed through the forest behind me. Typical. Wolves were so predictable. All brawn and no finesse. I didn't need to look back to know what was happening. I could hear everything—the angry thud of his paws crushing the earth, the faint tremor in the ground caused by his elemental power, and the sharp, erratic rhythm of his heartbeat. The frustrated growl bubbling in his throat only confirmed it. He was in another fight.
