Brock Silver POV
The wooden practice sword whizzed past my ear as Lily spun away from my attack.
"Not bad," I grunted, impressed despite myself. "But you're still telegraphing your moves."
She wiped sweat from her face, breathing hard. We'd been training for two hours, and I had to admit, the little omega was tougher than I'd expected.
"What do you mean, telegraphing?" she asked, changing her grip on the practice weapon.
"You look where you're going to strike before you do it," I explained, circling her slowly. "Watch my eyes during your next attack. I'll know exactly what you're planning."
Lily nodded, then suddenly lunged forward without any notice at all. Her wooden sword caught me in the ribs before I could block it.
"Like that?" she asked with a small smile.
I rubbed my side, truly shocked. "Yeah, exactly like that. How did you—"
