Chapter 31 — Elara's POV"Mom. Mom. Watch.""I'm watching, baby.""No you're not, you're looking at your tea."I look up from my tea.Landon is standing in the middle of the backyard in the morning light, River the wolf set carefully on top of Fort Landon's lookout crate as an audience. Rafe is crouched a few feet away, patient and still, watching Landon with the focused attention he gives everything."Okay," Landon says seriously. "Do the grip."Rafe reaches out and wraps one large hand loosely around Landon's wrist.What happens next takes about one second. Landon rotates his wrist, sharp and precise, using the angle and his arm comes free clean. He steps back, resets his stance exactly the way Rafe showed him, and looks at me."Did you see it?""I saw it," I say."The rotation," he says. "You don't pull. You rotate. It's about the angle of the pressure point, not force." He is reciting this with the focused precision of someone who has repeated it until it is in his bones. "If some
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