* Arriane *
I watched them from the balcony, no matter how much I wanted to train but I can't, my body is feeling weak because of the poison.
Every breath I took still burned slightly inside my chest. The wound near my shoulder had mostly closed, yet the silver remained in my blood like fire refusing to die. Even standing for too long made my legs feel heavy.
And I hated it. Below me, the training grounds buzzed with tension. Warriors circled around Alpha Daemon and a warrior named Conan challenged him while the freezing mountain wind swept across the arena.
I tightened my fingers against the railing, refusing to go back inside.
Conan was built large. Strong enough that I heard Beta Zephyr proudly place him among their elite warriors. His shoulders were broad, muscles built from years
