Chapter 22: The Training Yard (Elena's Point of View)
The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the wide, open yard. The air in the morning was cold on my skin, which was still wet from the mist that rolled down from the mountains around Lucian's citadel. Wolves—Lycans, I corrected myself—moved across the training ground like living shadows, their speed and accuracy both scary and beautiful.
I stood at the edge in borrowed pants that were too big, a linen tunic, and boots that were still muddy from the day before. I didn't fit in here. But as soon as Lucian's silver eyes met mine from across the field, I knew I wasn't going anywhere.
"Step forward," he said, his voice low but strong enough to make every soldier in the yard stop what they were doing.
I swallowed hard and
