The training yard feels alive with the morning chill, the sound of clashing wood and grunts filling the air. I stand opposite Gamma Liam, the head of the warriors, gripping a wooden training rod in both hands. The weight is balanced, familiar, but as Liam charges toward me with a grin, I realize something is wrong.I swing, aiming for his side, but he ducks smoothly and counters with a jab to my ribs. The impact is sharp, even through the padding. I stumble, barely catching myself.“Focus, Luna,” Liam says, stepping back to give me space. “You’re too stiff. Let your instincts guide you.”My instincts. They’ve served me well before. I fought and won against warriors from the Ravenclaw pack. My body remembers the movements, the strategies, definitely from Nora's muscle memory. Yet here, against Liam, I’m failing.I nod, wiping sweat from my brow. “Again.”Liam doesn’t hesitate. He comes at me with swift strikes, each one faster than the last. I block, step back, and counter, but his rod
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