Selina’s POV
The next week passed in a brutal blur of training and pain.
Every morning at dawn, I met Ashran at the training grounds. Every morning, he pushed me harder than the day before. And every morning, I surprised both of us by actually improving.
My body adapted faster than it should have…my wolf’s presence accelerating my healing, sharpening my reflexes, lending me strength I’d never possessed before. By the third day, I could hold my own in a sparring match for more than thirty seconds. By the fifth, I’d actually managed to land a hit that made Ashran stumble.
He’d looked at me with something that might have been pride before his expression shuttered again.
Alex joined us on the fourth day, turning the sessions into a chaotic dance of dodging two opponents instead of one. He
