Elara’s POV
The morning sun was barely peeking over the eastern mountains when I slid into my boots and tied my silver hair back into a tight ponytail.
The air outside was freezing, the kind of cold that makes your breath turn into white clouds, but I liked it. I needed to know exactly what this eighteen-year-old body could do. In my past life, I was soft.
I spent my mornings sleeping in, waiting for Kaelen to notice me, and letting my own muscles grow weak from not doing anything.
Not this time.
I marched out into the stone training courtyard, the heavy layers of my black shirt catching the early breeze. Wren was already there, waiting for me in the center of the ring. He didn't have his weapon out; he was just stretching his arms, his thin, muscular frame totally relaxed.
"You're
