Chapter 39
Astrid’s POV I knew before Morgana spoke. The training grounds were quieter than usual, most of the pack already dismissed for the evening. The air felt tight, like it did before a storm, not heavy with magic, but with intention. I rolled my shoulders, steadying my breath, trying not to let the unease show. Then boots crunched against stone behind me. “You’re improving,” Morgana said. “Faster than I expected.” I turned. Morgana stood a few paces away, arms crossed, posture relaxed in a way that wasn’t casual at all. Her eyes were sharp, assessing, the faintest smile playing on her lips. “Thank you,” I replied. “I’ve had good guidance.” Morgana’s gaze flicked briefly, too briefly toward where Caspian usually stood during training, though he wasn’t there now. “I’m sure you have,” sh
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