Sera's POV
Three days passed in a blur of training and exhaustion and stolen moments with Draven.
Each morning, Lyra pushed me harder. Shifting until it was reflex. Fighting until my muscles screamed. Learning to use my Lunaris senses—the enhanced hearing that picked up conversations from across the den, the impossible speed that made me a blur even to wolf eyes, the way I could now sense emotions from those around me like faint echoes on the wind.
Each afternoon, I trained with Sorin, learning the history of the Lunaris, the politics of the Council, the names and faces of the Arbiters who might soon be trying to kill me. Ancient history, recent threats, strategies and counter-strategies until my head spun.
Each evening, I collapsed into Draven's arms, too tired to speak, and he held m
