ELLIE‘S POV
By midday, I had made my decision.
I couldn’t stay weak. Not anymore.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Wesley’s smirk behind the curtain, the glint of poison falling into the tea I had brewed, and my parents’ lifeless bodies on the floor. That nightmare, whether memory or fear had burned something new into me. I wasn’t just going to find the truth; I was going to fight for it.
I wanted my wolf back.
If I was ever going to face Wesley, I couldn’t be the girl who still flinched at shadows. I needed claws. I needed strength.
So when I stepped onto the training field that afternoon, I ignored the ache in my chest and the way my hands trembled slightly at my sides. The ground was rough under my boots, still marked by the tracks of warriors sparring earlier that morning. The
