The next few weeks settled into a rhythm.
Mornings were for training. Sasha worked with Rhys and Keisha, pushing herself harder than ever. Her hybrid abilities had grown stronger since the Night King battle—magic and wolf now moved together seamlessly, responding to her will without effort. She could shift partial forms in combat, strike with magic and claw in the same motion, move faster than any single-faction fighter.
Afternoons were for council meetings. The Hybrid Council now met daily, managing the growing complexity of Haven. Housing allocations. Food production. Defense rotations. Relations with the wolves, the witches, the cautiously watching vampires. Sasha sat at the head, guiding discussions, making decisions, learning to lead.
Evenings were for her people. She walked throug
