Elena’s POV
The next morning came far too quickly. I barely slept, my mind replaying everything that had happened the day before—Chloe’s veiled threats, Lucas’s quiet support, Oliver’s unexpected encouragement. It all swirled in my head like a storm I couldn’t escape.
When I arrived at the training grounds, the atmosphere felt different. Whispers followed me as I walked, curious eyes darting my way. Chloe’s influence was unmistakable. No doubt her visit and my conversation with Oliver had sparked rumors.
I squared my shoulders and ignored them, trying to focus on my training. Beauty was already there, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her ever-present energy contagious.
“Ready to show them what you’re made of?” she asked, grinning as I joined her.
“Always,” I replied, forcing a smile
