LILY'S POV
Lenn's training was nothing like Harper's.
Harper had taught me to find the power. To hold it. To aim it with precision and pull it back clean. Seventeen mornings of patience and cold air and Dara pacing outside the north wall.
Lenn taught me to use it while everything was on fire.
Day one she put me in a room with six of her enforcement wolves and told them to make noise. Not attack. It was just noise from shouting and movement. Deliberate chaos designed to fracture concentration and pull attention sideways.
"Find someone outside this room," she said standing at the edge with her arms folded. "Reach them through all of this."
I found the heat.
Lost it immediately.
"Again," Lenn said.
I went again.
Lost it again on the fifth attempt when two wolves started arguing dire
