“Again!” Zoriana commanded.
Aella lunged at her, but Zoriana dodged the attack with ease. Aella stumbled, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“Oh, I am completely out of shape,” Aella muttered, wiping sweat from her forehead.
“Train harder, and soon you’ll be back to your old self—and then we’ll push you even further,” Zoriana encouraged, her voice softening. “Now, attack again.”
Aella was exhausted, but the victory of her newfound freedom and the simmering desire for revenge kept her moving. Nearby, Scott and several warriors formed a loose circle, cheering her on. She was about to lunge again when she saw Zoriana freeze, her gaze fixed on the mountain peak. Aella followed her eyes and saw three wolves’ silhouettes standing motionless against the sky.
They were being
