Luna Everleigh's POV
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The training grounds were carved into the heart of the forest, a clearing where warriors sharpened their claws and instincts.
I stood at the center, the damp earth beneath my feet, my breath misting in the cool morning air. A dozen pairs of eyes were on me, waiting. Judging.
Kael paced in front of me, his expression unreadable. "You say you want to stay," he said. "Then show us you're worthy."
He gestured to a series of obstacles—walls made of rough-hewn logs, pits filled with tangled roots, ropes strung between towering trees.
"Get through this," he said, "and we'll see if you can survive here."
I swallowed hard.
It was one thing to fight for my place.
It was another to be set up to fail.
I glanced at Rhydian. He stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, his jaw tight. There was something dark in his gaze—anger, frustration. But he didn't stop this.
Because he couldn't.
This was their way.
I took a breath.
Then I ran.
The first wall came fast. I leapt, grasping at the uneven logs, my fingers scraping against the rough bark. My muscles screamed as I hauled myself up, my feet slipping against the damp wood.
Behind me, murmurs rose.
"She's too slow.""She won't make it."
I gritted my teeth.
I would.
I had to.
The second obstacle—a pit. I miscalculated the jump, my foot catching on a root, and before I could stop myself, I went down.
Pain flared through my ribs as I hit the ground hard.
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
I pushed myself up, gasping for breath, dirt clinging to my palms. My limbs trembled as I climbed out of the pit, but I didn't stop.
The ropes came next, swaying as I grasped them, my fingers raw. My arms burned as I dragged myself across, my body aching from the strain.
I made it to the other side—barely.
But as I landed, my knees buckled.
I collapsed, my chest heaving.
I had failed.
A heavy silence settled over the clearing.
Kael stepped forward, arms crossed. "This is what you bring into our world, Alpha?" he said, turning to Rhydian. "A weak human?"
Rhydian's expression darkened. He took a step forward, his presence coiling like a storm. "Enough."
But before he could say more, a voice cut through the air.
"She is not as weak as you think."
We all turned.
At the edge of the clearing stood a woman cloaked in midnight blue, her silver hair catching the light.
Nalia.
The Shaman.
She studied me with eyes far too knowing, something unreadable flickering in their depths.
"I have seen this before," she murmured.
I swallowed. "Seen what?"
Her lips curved into something that was almost a smile.
"You."
Before I could ask what she meant, movement caught my eye—
Beyond the trees, just past the edge of the training grounds, stood a figure cloaked in shadow.
Watching me.
My pulse quickened.
The scent that drifted through the air was unfamiliar, tinged with something foreign.
Not one of them.
And yet—
I met Rhydian's gaze.
He felt it too.
We were being watched.
By someone who shouldn't be here.
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(To be continued…)