With hardly anyone around to celebrate with her, Scarlett, an A-Class fighter, spent her twentieth birthday training. It helped keep her mind off the loss of her parents, who died in a fight against rogues on the day she was born.“Grrawww.” The growl emanated from her chest, her breath heavy and her brow glistening with sweat. Satisfied with her efforts and progress, she rose from the training mat. ‘We did well,’ her free-spirited wolf, Ulva, howled, standing on all fours in her mind. ‘Yeah, we did,’ Scarlett replied telepathically. ‘Now, let’s head back home,’ her wolf said with pride in her exceptional fighting skills and dominance. Scarlett smiled at her exuberance. Though she was as calm as the extravagant Ulva, and they were two souls in one body, they were entirely different.She left the training field, making her way toward the pack house. She could have used her car but chose to walk instead. It would allow her to arrive home as late as possible, which was her preference
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