Olivia's POV
Jarek and I began sparring in our human forms. He was good—more than good, actually. His movements were sharp, controlled, and fast. He read my footwork and anticipated my punches, but still, something was off. He wasn't hitting me. He was holding back. I could see it in the way he pulled his strikes at the last second, in the way he didn't follow through with his kicks.
After another blocked punch, I stepped back and narrowed my eyes at him.
"You're holding back," I said, folding my arms. "Why?"
Jarek hesitated, clearly caught off guard. "You're the Luna," he said simply, with a small bow of his head. "I don't want to get into trouble for hitting you."
I frowned, biting back my frustration. "So what?" I asked, stepping closer. "You think I can't handle it? You think I'm weak?"
"No! Not at all," he said quickly, raising his hands in defense. "It's just… you're our Luna. I don't want to hit you."
