The morning air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp soil. Aria stood in the clearing behind the packhouse, her hands curled into nervous fists at her sides. Across from her, Isla stretched easily, her movements fluid and unhurried.
“Don’t tense up so much,” Isla said with a smile. “You’ll only tire yourself out faster. Just… breathe.”
Aria exhaled shakily. “Easier said than done.”
The memory of Maren’s smirk still burned hot in her chest. The sting of humiliation hadn’t faded, and every time she thought of the way the pack had watched her stumble, she wanted to crawl back into her room and never come out. But then Ethan’s laugh would echo in her mind, and she knew she couldn’t hide. Not if she wanted him to have a chance here.
Isla stepped closer, her tone gentle. “I
