~ Aria ~
Dawn tastes of Iron.
The courtyard is empty when I arrive, the world still grey with sleep. Every muscles screams from yesterday’s fight, bruises blooming across my skin in every shade of pain. But kael’s command echoes in my skull. Tomorrow she trains with me.
There’s no escaping in that.
He waits in the sparring ring, bare chest lit by the weak morning sun, scars etched in silver fire. A sword rests loose in his grip, the blade whispering against the air as he moves. His wolf simmers beneath his skin, storm bright and leashed by sheer will.
“Late”, he says again.
“I’m not.” My voice scrapes raw from sleeplessness, but I keep my chin high.
His mouth curves into a slight smirk “Argue with me again, and you’ll regret it.”
I swallow the retort biting at my tongue as he gest
