Ira’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sudden shift in Anana’s expression, but she said nothing.
A guard rushed into the training ground, his breathing labored. “Warrior Ira…you are summoned by Alpha Lucien.”
Ira’s gaze lingered on Anana, a faint smirk curling her lips. “Looks like it’s your lucky day. Training continues in the evening, don’t be late.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and followed the guard.
Anana stood frozen for a moment, her emotions tangled, then she too turned to leave. Her bare feet dragged softly against the stone floor, hands clutching the sides of her plain white gown. Her mind spun with questions.
What was happening?
Why was no one telling her anything?
Halfway up the corridor, she looked up and spotted Lucien and Ronan at a far corner. Their faces wer
