The mountains of Obsidian Moon did not forgive weakness.
They exposed it.
Every flaw.
Every hesitation.
Every hidden instinct.
And Adrian Hawthorne was beginning to realize something dangerous—
The more powerful he became…
The less human he felt.
Obsidian Moon the Upper Training Grounds
Snow covered the cliffs in silver-white sheets beneath the early morning sky.
Adrian stood shirtless in the freezing air, breathing steadily as steam curled around him. The silver-black markings beneath his skin had spread further now, winding across his shoulders and down his ribs like living shadows.
Across from him stood Lucien Vale.
The Alpha King looked untouched by the brutal cold, dressed in black training gear with his hands loosely behind his back.
“Again,” Lucien said calmly.
Adrian
