DRAVON’S POV
I gasped at the sight of Hazel’s elongated nails. Sylthara stood at the side with a smirk on her face.
My men gathered around, surprised at the turn of events. They were afraid to whisper gossip in my presence—a gesture I knew they would not fail to carry out behind closed doors.
“Today’s training has come to an end. You are dismissed—”
Hazel bolted past me like lightning, running past the border and heading in a direction I doubted she knew.
“Hazel!”
She didn’t stop. She didn’t turn. She didn’t even look back. She just kept going.
My heart clenched. Somehow, I could feel the pain in her heart. I felt it all—her pain, her fear, and the confusion slowly taking over.
“You didn’t tell me your wife was something else, Dravon,” Sylthara said jestingly. “Certainly not human
