Freya’s POV
Over the next few days, the rhythm of our training changed completely.
As Jax’s blood became part of me, exhaustion and pain faded into distant memories.
I wasn’t just defending myself on the mat anymore.
I had learned how to attack.
The air inside the bunker was thick and humid with sweat and constant movement. I had just countered another coordinated attack from Lyra and Nyx. Dropping into a deep forward roll, I slipped between their legs before striking the backs of both their knees with the hilt of my wooden training knife. The twins hit the mat at the exact same moment with two loud thuds.
“Damn it!” Lyra laughed from the floor, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “I give up. You’re faster than your own shadow, Luna.”
I straightened, my chest rising and falling in a
