Melania’s Perspective:
As I made my way to the training grounds, the morning sun had just begun to rise, casting a bright light across the sky. Annoyed, I repeatedly pushed my bangs aside as the wind kept blowing them into my eyes. Amidst the sounds of growls, groans, and the clashing of fists in combat, I could hear my sister shouting at her mate as he trained her one-on-one. Taking a seat on the benches, I observed her fall and swiftly rise, relentlessly charging at him.
My attention was drawn to someone in the bleachers across from me. It was Miranda's birth mother, gazing at her daughter with a profound love shining in her eyes. I could sense her longing to make up for lost time with her daughter. My heart ached for her—she had lost her husband because of my uncle and now her daughte
