Chapter 38
Morgana had waited for weeks. Not openly. Not in the hallways or during training. She knew better than to act recklessly. Caspian’s gaze was sharp, and any overt hostility would be noticed immediately. But subtlety, subtlety was her strength. The training grounds were quiet that evening, the sun dipping low behind the palace walls. Astrid moved with steady grace, testing her fae power, still learning to control it, while Caspian watched from the sidelines. Morgana lingered near the perimeter, pretending to adjust her stance before joining a small group of other Lycans. Her wolf prowled at the edges of her consciousness, restless and sharp, sensing her tension. She wanted to draw attention to Astrid without anyone realizing it was deliberate. A flick of her hand here, a misstep there, a
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