Training had changed again.
Since Eryx arrived, everything felt heavier — not just in the air but deep inside us. The pack trained from dawn until long after sunset, every movement sharpened by purpose. We weren’t just preparing for another fight. We were preparing to hold something — something that could tear the world apart if we weren’t strong enough.
Eryx stood at the edge of the training field, his dark cloak hanging loose, his eyes sharp but calm. He had the kind of strength that didn’t need to be shown — it was in the way he stood, the silence that followed him, the weight of his gaze.
“Asher.” He said, his tone steady. “You lead the circle today. Trinity, you watch the flow of energy between each of you. You have to feel it before you control it.”
I nodded, wiping the sweat fro
