Heather's POV
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The wind had picked up by the time I reached the training fields.
It tugged at my sweater and lifted my hair from my face as I walked, trying to calm the fire that still smoldered in my chest. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed air, space-distance from the venom Mikaela had spit and the way her words still echoed in my bones.
But the Goddess had other plans.
"Running again?"
Her voice sliced through the silence behind me like a blade.
I turned slowly.
Mikaela stood at the edge of the path, breath sharp, cheeks flushed from anger-or embarrassment. Maybe both. Her posture was rigid, fists clenched. A small crowd was already gathering, warriors in mid-training, pack members drawn by the tension that rolled off her in waves.
I exhaled slowly. "I wa
