The training began at dawn.
Reign crouched in the snow beside the direwolf's massive frame, her breath misting silver in the frigid air. The mysterious archer's arrow still haunted her thoughts—a reminder that she wasn't the only predator in these mountains. If she was going to survive, she needed to become something more than a girl with unstable powers.
She needed to become a weapon.
The direwolf circled her with predatory grace, its ancient silver eyes studying her every movement. Through their mystical bond, she felt its assessment: weak, untrained, relying on instinct instead of skill. The critique stung, but she couldn't argue with its accuracy.
"Show me," she said, frost sparking from her lips.
It lunged without warning.
Reign barely managed to dodge, the creature's massive pa
