KAIA
I hit the ground hard for the third time in twenty minutes, dirt scraping against my palms. My wolf snarls in frustration, but I can barely hear her over my own internal screaming.
It’s been three weeks since we escaped the Fae realm with Mom. Three weeks of waiting for Edvard to retaliate, to come after her, to do something—but all we’ve gotten is silence.
And training that's going absolutely nowhere.
"Again," Mom says from where she stands a few feet away, her arms crossed. She doesn't look winded at all, which only makes this worse.
I push myself up, ignoring how my muscles shake. "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong."
"You're thinking too much." She moves into a defensive stance, waiting for me to attack. "Fae magic isn't logical. It's instinctive. You need to stop tryin
