Training: The First Phase
For the next two days, Aria trained harder than ever. She learned to draw on her power without losing herself—to channel the silver energy into her strikes, her senses, even her wolf form.
Elias pushed her to the edge.
“Feel the wind before it blows,” he’d whisper. “Hear the lies before they’re spoken. You are more than a fighter now. You are fate’s mirror.”
In the glade of Moira’s Echo, Aria meditated beneath the moonlight. Visions came—of wolves kneeling before her. Of battles painted in blood. Of a voice calling:
“Find the truth in the mountain of echoes. Or lose everything.” She gasped awake...... The blood moon was coming.
And so was her reckoning.
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Meanwhile….. Lillian slipped a note into Asher’s chamber. A forged one—bearing Aria’s name.
Asher,
