Faith couldn’t stay idle any longer. The attack had proven one thing: sitting in the mansion like a fragile doll would get her killed. Ronan’s protection was fierce, but she refused to rely on it alone. She needed strength of her own.
Two days after the battle, she began sneaking out at dawn.
The training grounds behind the eastern barracks were usually empty that early. Faith approached the Beta warrior she trusted most—Elena, a sharp-eyed female who had quietly nodded at her during the summit. “Teach me,” Faith had said simply. “No special treatment. I want to fight.”
Elena had hesitated, but something in Faith’s determined gaze won her over. “You’ll bleed, Luna. A lot.”
“Good.”
Now, sweat dripped down Faith’s back as she dodged Elena’s strike, wooden training staff whistling past h
