The days had blurred together like strokes of paint on a canvas, each moment a shade of something unfamiliar—yet exhilarating.
Each training session was more intense than the last, and with every movement, I could feel my power growing, deepening.
The forest no longer felt like a battleground but like a sacred space where I was being forged.
And Killian… he was always there.
Watching.
Teaching.
Pushing me forward.
Sometimes, when our hands brushed in the middle of a sparring session or during a pause by the fire, it was as if the world around us dimmed.
My heart raced faster, my power buzzed more intensely, and every inch of me seemed to be drawn to him like a magnetic pull I couldn’t explain.
It was a pull I could no longer ignore.
I sat on the moss-covered ground, legs cr
