Elara's POV
England. Burndale.
I stood in the outdoor training area of the Sinclair estate, watching my cousin absolutely demolish her workout routine.
The manor itself was perched between rolling hills and pristine lakes—the kind of old-money elegance that screamed "we've been powerful for centuries."
Chloe Storm—though here she went by her past name,was dripping sweat in her black athletic gear, moving through exercises that would've killed a normal she-wolf.
But then again, my cousin had never been normal.
I'd been watching her for the past twenty minutes, trying to work up the nerve to deliver my message. Finally, I couldn't put it off any longer.
"Hey!" I called out, immediately cringing at how aggressive I sounded.
Chloe didn't even break her rhythm. "I don'
