Nyra’s POV
“Nyra, your strength has improved, and your skills have sharpened,” Zee said as I dropped to one knee, panting after the final round of training. His tone was calm but the glint in his eyes told me he wasn’t done yet.
“There’s one more thing.”
I looked up at him, wiping sweat from my brow. “What is it this time?”
He folded his arms and began to circle me slowly. “Your wolf, Runa, we need to grow her.”
I frowned. “Grow her? What do you mean?”
He didn’t answer immediately. His gaze drifted toward the blood-red horizon where dusk had begun to fall. “Runa is strong,” he said finally, “but not yet what she must be. If you are to take your rightful place, your wolf must be more than powerful. She must be unstoppable. Huge, fierce, invincible and commanding. A wolf that inspires
