Lyra’s POV
A month passed faster than I expected, and every day in the rogue territory felt strange at first, but it slowly became normal. I trained, I healed, and I fought when I had to. Rook stayed close to me, sometimes watching me with a quiet look that said he was still trying to figure me out. After our first fight, he never treated me lightly again, and the others followed his lead.
The respect I earned from him spread to those who listened to him, and the ones who didn’t care about him tested me themselves. Some challenged me out of curiosity, and some did it to see if the first fight had been luck, but none of them fought me with cruelty, they only wanted to see what I could do.
I learned their movements and used my size to slip under hits and avoid grabs. I was faster now, an
