Ella's POV
The training field smelled of sweat, dust, and metal—a strange comfort in the chaos that had become my life. Morning light spilled across the grass, slicing through the cool mist like blades. I tightened the wraps around my wrists, standing at the edge of the field, heart pounding harder than I liked to admit.
Everyone was watching me. Maybe not openly, but I could feel it—the lingering glances, the half-whispered thoughts. I was the Luna, yes. But also the girl with secrets, scars, and a past stitched from blood and betrayal.
And today, I had to prove I belonged here.
"Still wrapping your hands like a rookie," a familiar voice drawled behind me.
I turned. Colt.
He hadn't changed much. Muscular, tall, eyes sharp like always, but something was different. His aura had harden
