Riley POV
Morning light slipped through the curtains like a soft whisper, brushing against Riley’s eyelids until she finally blinked awake. Every muscle protested the movement—training had pushed her far harder than she expected—but the ache carried a strange sense of pride.
They were changing.
Growing.
Becoming what the prophecy demanded of them.
She breathed through the soreness, forcing herself out of bed. After a quick shower, she tugged on her training clothes and stepped into the hallway… where Alex and Mason were already waiting. Their tired smiles mirrored her own.
“Ready for another round?” Alex asked, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
Riley managed a breathless laugh. “As ready as humanly possible.”
Together, they headed to the training room, where David and Queen Lun
