Lyra
“We’re learning how to shoot arrows today,” Caine said the moment I arrived at the training ground.
His hair was tied up, and his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbow as he flexed an arm. His eyes scanned over a row of bows and quivers neatly laid out in the clearing. Some rogues were already setting up targets down the field. His Beta, Henry, and a younger rogue warrior I later learned was called Riven, gave me a nod in greeting.
I flexed my knuckles. “Archery. That’s new.”
“You’ll like it,” Caine said, offering me a bow. “You’ve done well in past training and have good aim. I know this will be nothing for you.”
His words flattered me, and a soft blush crept up my cheek. I quickly looked away, brushing it off before he could notice.
“Thank you. But I nearly died last week try
