Elara’s POV
The cold wind whispered through the trees as I stood in the clearing with my mother, Lyanna.
The scent of damp earth and pine filled my lungs, grounding me. Despite the chill in the air, sweat clung to my skin as I caught my breath, my muscles still trembling from the hours of intense training.
Lyanna circled me like a predator watching its prey, her piercing eyes locked onto mine. Her movements were precise, controlled—nothing she did was without purpose. She was a warrior, a leader, a survivor.
And now, my mentor.
She had returned from the shadows to prepare me for what was coming, and I could feel the weight of that responsibility pressing down on me.
“Again,” she commanded, her voice firm.
I gritted my teeth and launched forward, shifting mid-air into my wolf form.
