POV: Luna
Three days after the vision, I was still trying to make sense of everything.
The goddess wanted balance. The dark figure wanted me to understand sacrifice. Miguel was stuck in the otherworld. And my mark kept getting stronger whether I wanted it to or not.
I threw myself into training, pushing harder than ever before. If I was going to face whatever was coming, I needed to be ready.
Cole met me every morning before sunrise. We'd go to the clearing in the forest and practice syncing my wolf instincts with the otherworld magic.
I was getting better. The connection came easier now, lasting longer without exhausting me.
But there was something else growing between Cole and me. Something neither of us was talking about.
"Again," Cole said, circling me. "But faster this time."
