Chapter Twenty Five: The Fall Before The Fight

The morning sun barely pierced the heavy canopy of the woods that circled Blackmoon’s Alpha Academy training grounds. Mist clung low to the ground, wrapping the roots and fallen leaves in a thin shroud, like the forest itself was holding its breath.

Rayne stood still for a moment, adjusting the wraps on her wrists as she listened to the quiet.

This wasn’t one of the official training zones. She and Jace had come here on their own—tucked deep into the forest where no instructors would interrupt them. Where no curious eyes would watch. It was the closest thing to privacy the academy allowed.

Jace had insisted they train away from everyone. He’d said he wanted focus. Clarity.

But she knew better.

He wanted her alone.

And she didn't really mind. She wanted things to get back as it used to between them.

Rayne exhaled and turned as Jace emerged from between the trees, carrying two carved practice blades. He tossed one to her, and she caught it easily, the weight familiar in her hand.

“Ready