Chapter 45: The Moonlit Training from Lyra's Point of View
My name is on Marcus's list like a curse written in ink.
Next.
The word follows me through the halls, down the stone steps, and into the open training grounds, where the night air feels sharper than usual. The moon is low and bright, and it makes the packed earth look silver. Wolves learn better in the moonlight. It sharpens their instincts, steadies their magic, and calls to their blood.
According to Raine.
All I can think about right now is how heavy it is to be hunted.
Raine told more guards to stand around my room. I fought. He didn't move. Luna stood next to him, quiet but alert, her eyes never leaving the shadows.
That was a long time ago.
The grounds are almost empty now. The moon does most of the work, but the torch
