Chapter 63

KNOX'S POV I stood at the edge of the training field, watching as Aubrey put Meilin through another round of combat drills. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the dewy grass, and I couldn't help but smile as Meilin executed a perfect takedown maneuver. Her progress over the past week had been nothing short of remarkable. "Again," Aubrey commanded, helping Meilin to her feet. There was a hint of pride in her voice that made my chest warm. This decision to train Meilin—it was so uniquely Aubrey, breaking tradition to follow her heart. And watching them now, I knew she was right. Meilin's movements were fluid and precise, carrying a natural grace that spoke of innate talent rather than just training. She moved like a born warrior, her reactions lightning-quick and instinctive. It was far beyond what I'd expect from a civilian wolf, and I could see why Aubrey saw something special in her. My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my observations. It was Logan, and the message