ZARIA'S POV
Maeve’s tonics were a lifesaver. I actually woke up this morning without feeling like I’d been trampled by a herd of rogue wolves. My body was still incredibly sore, but that sharp, stabbing pain in my ribs had finally faded into a manageable ache. Still, I wasn't an i***t. Feeling a little better didn't mean I could suddenly take on a werewolf in a real fight.
I headed down to a small, isolated courtyard at the back of the palace. The morning sun was just hitting the stones, warming up the cold air. I had a training session with Lucius this morning.
Lucius was already there, leaning against a stone pillar and whittling a piece of wood with a pocketknife. He looked up as my boots clicked against the stone. There wasn't a smug grin on his scarred face today. He just gave me
