Elowyn tightened her shirt at the throat and pulled the door wider, her lashes still heavy from restless sleep.
Riven stood waiting, hands loose at his sides, posture casual but eyes steady in a way that made her uneasy.
“You still… like our trainings?” he asked, his voice low, as though he feared the walls might overhear.
Elowyn’s heart kicked.
Of course she did—needed it, more than ever.
In this world of wolves and blades, survival had no patience for hesitation. She gave a quick nod.
“Yes.”
That single word was enough.
The two of them slipped quietly out of the dormitory, boots whispering over stone until they emerged onto the open fields.
The air was brisk, pale with mist, and the sound of grunts and boots striking earth carried faintly. Surprisingly, a handful of cadets were
