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Within the open field where strength was born,
Four Lycans clashed beneath the dawn.
Not blood nor rage, but bond they test,
To prove whose power burned the best.
Fangs concealed, their hearts aligned,
Brothers in battle, fierce yet kind.
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After spending time with his mate and showing her almost all the paintings and portraits in the gallery room, Horace decided to take her to the training grounds.
"Baby, let's go to the training ground," Horace said, his deep voice carrying that quiet dominance that always made her heart flutter.
"Are you going to train?" she asked, eyes glimmering with delight.
"Yes, I'll train with Xavier," he replied.
"Wow, really!?" She clapped her hands like a child seeing magic for the first time. "Of course I want to watch you train!"
"Okay, let's go—but I'll have to carry you." He winked.
"As you wish, your highness," she said playfully, allowing him to lift her into his arms like a princess.
