Elara POV
I woke up earlier than usual, long before the sun had fully claimed the sky. The room felt different, quieter, as though something had shifted in the night while I slept. For a moment I remained still, staring at the ceiling, letting my mind gather itself. The events from yesterday pressed heavily against my chest, but I refused to let fear root me to this bed.
I had to prove myself.
Not just to them.
To myself.
I pushed the covers aside and rose, moving with quiet determination. I dressed carefully, tying my hair back firmly, fastening the leather straps around my wrists for training. If anyone in this pack thought I was fragile or weak because of what happened, they were mistaken.
I would not be pitied.
I stepped outside the room and began walking downstairs. The halls w
