Sylvara POV
The morning of the fourth trial arrived faster than I expected.
I woke to the sound of the palace alive again… footsteps, distant growls, the low hum of anticipation. Every chamber felt like it vibrated with the same energy I felt coiling in my chest, a tension I couldn't shake.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, muscles tight, sore, but alert. My wolf was awake again, restless, her energy thrumming under my skin like a pulse. Today's trial was unlike any before. I had been warned: this stage wasn't just about strength, endurance, or control. This was survival….
When I stepped into the hall, Talia was waiting. Her gaze flicked over me, sharp but unreadable. "They've paired you," she said, her voice low. "Your opponent… he's strong. Don't let him shake you."
