Ava’s POV
It had been nearly a week since my first training with Lucas.
A week of sneaking out after nightfall, moving silently through the quiet pack house, my heart beating fast in my chest at every creak of the floorboards. If Kane ever found out…
But that was the risk I had chosen.
Bruises painted my body now, proof of the nights spent colliding with the training ground floor, of Lucas’s unforgiving hands correcting me, forcing me to move faster, hit harder and yet, I didn’t care.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like a burden, I didn’t feel weak.
I felt alive.
I pulled on my boots, glancing once at the door before slipping out again into the cool night. The halls were quiet, the warriors on rotation were out on the borders. I didn’t stop moving until I reached the
