ZAHRA-ROSE
The nerves hit me hard as I walked toward the training grounds. My senses were sharper than ever. I could hear their voices loud and clear, not just the people nearby, but even those standing further away. Their breathing, the shuffle of their feet, the whispered words laced with suspicion and disdain, my ears picked up everything.
I stopped walking, my heart hammering against my ribcage. It was overwhelming. Too much. I didn’t know how to shut it out.
“Breathe, Zahra-Rose. I’m sure everything will be fine.”
Her voice drifted through my mind, soft and steady, my wolf’s presence grounding me. I didn’t have a name for her yet, but her tone alone was enough to steady my spiraling thoughts.
“Zahra-Rose.”
I turned sharply at the familiar sound of the voice to see Ashvin’s moth
