MasukAria POV"Your team will consist of six members. You will select them yourself."The announcement for the Trial of Leadership had come with a twist. As one of the top-ranked competitors, I got to choose my own team instead of having one assigned.I chose carefully. Luna, of course. Sera and Willow. And after much deliberation, Vivian.The fifth spot went to a quiet competitor named Marcus who had impressed me with his strategic thinking during group exercises."You're sure about Vivian?" Luna asked skeptically when I announced my choices."She needs a chance to prove herself. And I need to know if I can really trust her."The trial itself was a simulated battle—two teams competing to capture each other's flag while defending their own. It required strategy, coordination, and trust.Everything I needed to test."Here's the plan," I said, gathering my team the night before the trial. "We split into two groups. Defensive and offensive. Luna and Willow on defense—you guard our flag. Sera,
Aria POV"Your team will consist of six members. You will select them yourself."The announcement for the Trial of Leadership had come with a twist. As one of the top-ranked competitors, I got to choose my own team instead of having one assigned.I chose carefully. Luna, of course. Sera and Willow. And after much deliberation, Vivian.The fifth spot went to a quiet competitor named Marcus who had impressed me with his strategic thinking during group exercises."You're sure about Vivian?" Luna asked skeptically when I announced my choices."She needs a chance to prove herself. And I need to know if I can really trust her."The trial itself was a simulated battle—two teams competing to capture each other's flag while defending their own. It required strategy, coordination, and trust.Everything I needed to test."Here's the plan," I said, gathering my team the night before the trial. "We split into two groups. Defensive and offensive. Luna and Willow on defense—you guard our flag. Sera,
"You're going where?"Luna stared at Aria like she'd suggested swimming with sharks. Which, given the circumstances, wasn't far off."The restricted archives. Morgana's spirit told me there's a book—white leather binding. Something Knox's family has been hiding.""Morgana told you. The dead witch who's living inside your wolf told you to break into a restricted section of the royal archives in the middle of the night.""When you say it like that, it sounds crazy.""It is crazy.""Are you coming or not?"Luna grabbed her cloak. "Obviously I'm coming. Someone needs to keep you alive."They slipped out of Aria's room at midnight. The castle was quiet—guards rotated at predictable intervals, and Blake had given Aria the patrol schedule weeks ago. She'd memorized it. Thirty seconds between the east corridor guard turning the corner and the west corridor guard appearing. That was their window."Left here," Aria whispered. "Then down the stairs. The archives are in the basement level, behind
"First place. The winner of the Trial of Heart—competitor Aria Blackwood."Elder Maren's voice rang through the great hall. The scoreboard behind her showed the final rankings in bold black letters. Aria's name sat at the top.The hall erupted.Competitors applauded—some genuinely, others through gritted teeth. Luna screamed so loud that a guard two rooms over came running. Blake, standing near the judges' table, allowed himself a small, satisfied nod.Aria stood in the front row, her face carefully blank while her heart hammered against her ribs.First place. She'd won.Not by holding back. Not by playing it safe. By being exactly who she was—the girl who'd spent twenty-three years keeping broken things together.Vivian sat three rows behind her. Aria didn't need to turn around to feel the fury radiating off her like heat from a furnace. Third place. Again. Behind Aria and Sera Thornfield.The judges read through the detailed scores. Aria's empathy rating was the highest in competiti
"I can't do this anymore."Aria's voice broke on the last word. She stood in Seraphina's recovery chamber, surrounded by the smell of herbs and old magic. The ancient witch lay on a narrow bed, still weak from the attack weeks ago but alive. Awake. Watching Aria with those bottomless dark eyes."Can't do what, child?""Any of it. All of it." Aria pressed her hands against the stone wall and let the cold seep into her palms. "My father is threatening to expose the bond. Vivian is blackmailing me. Knox is plotting with people who want to use my blood to resurrect a dead witch. And I'm supposed to compete in a trial tomorrow and smile like everything is fine."Seraphina said nothing for a long moment. The silence was filled with the crackle of candles and the faint hum of the wards her daughters had placed around the room."Sit down," Seraphina said.Aria sat. The chair was hard and uncomfortable. Everything in this room was old and worn and built for purpose, not comfort."You came to m
"Moved rooms? Who authorized this?"Alpha Blackwood's voice was a blade wrapped in silk. Aria heard it through two walls and a locked door—her new room, deeper in the royal wing, nestled between Blake's quarters and a guard station.He was in the corridor. Arguing with guards."I demand to see my daughter. I'm her father. I have rights."A guard's voice, steady and unimpressed: "All competitors have been relocated per royal security protocol. Visitor access requires authorization from the Royal Gamma.""Then get me the Royal Gamma.""He's unavailable, sir."A pause. Then her father's voice dropped low enough that Aria had to press her ear to the door to hear it."You tell my daughter that I know what she's doing. And she can't hide forever."Footsteps retreated.Aria stepped back from the door. Her hands were shaking, but her jaw was set. He couldn't reach her here. Not physically. Not without going through guards, through Blake, through the kings themselves.But physical reach wasn't







