Kora’s POV
The days without Mara dragged like slow-moving shadows. The compound buzzed with unease, the absence of one of our fiercest warriors leaving a hollow silence. Wolves trained harder, patrolled longer, but underneath it all was tension—a coiled spring waiting to snap.
I tried to bury myself in the routine Edward set for me. Training at dawn. Strategy sessions after. Meetings with the healers, the warriors, the scouts. It wasn’t just about fire anymore—it was about learning to carry the weight of being Luna. But no matter how hard I worked, the whispers still followed me through the halls.
*The fire witch. The cursed mate. Dangerous.*
I heard them. I pretended I didn’t, but I heard them.
One afternoon, after a particularly brutal spar with Edward that left me bruised and sweat
