Lena´s POV
Sweat ran down my back as I caught my breath. I had been training nonstop since dawn, sharpening my speed, perfecting my reflexes. The sound of fists striking and bodies colliding echoed through the training grounds, mixing with the scent of earth and adrenaline.
“Lena.”
I turned immediately. My trainer was signaling for me to come closer.
“There’s a guardian from the packhouse who wants to see you.”
I frowned. That was strange.
“For what?”
“I don’t know. Go find out.”
Wiping my forehead with my wrist, I made my way to the entrance of the training field. We rarely received visits from the packhouse, especially for personal matters. Something felt off.
When I saw them, my unease grew.
I recognized the guardian instantly. We had gone to school together, though we were ne
