Bella’s POV
I paused in front of a particularly grand portrait, recognizing the stern face of Damian’s father. His eyes seemed to follow me, a constant reminder of the legacy Damian had inherited.
Wolfie sniffed the ground, clearly picking up scents from long ago. "Come on, boy," I said, leading him towards the training hall. "Let's see what else we can find."
The training hall was immense, even more impressive than the training hall in the palace.
High ceilings stretched above us, with remnants of old training equipment scattered around.
The floor was covered in dust, but I could still make out the markings of past battles. This place had seen its fair share of blood, sweat, and tears.
As I explored, I couldn't help but feel like I was out of place here. This outpost had been a pl
