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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR: Personal Combat

Author: Elle writes
last update publish date: 2026-05-28 20:03:53
It’s been two weeks since Aria started her training with Nyssa and some new trainers.

She trained every morning. The laps that had nearly killed her on the first day became easier and her lungs had stopped burning. Her legs stopped trembling. She was still the slowest in the yard, but the gap was closing.

Nyssa ran beside her now instead of ahead of her. Sometimes they raced. Aria never won, but she made Nyssa work for it.

"Your stamina is solid," Nyssa said one morning, after Aria had fin
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    The carriage rolled to a stop in the courtyard of Mooncrest. Lina felt the jolt through her bones, or perhaps it was only her nerves, wound tight as bowstrings since the moment Beta Morris had appeared at her cottage door. Outside, she could hear the stamp of hooves on cobblestone, the low murmur of voices as the delegation dismounted. Her mother touched her knee. "We're here." Lina drew back the curtain and looked out. The courtyard was larger than Silvermoon's, wide and well kept, surrounded by high stone walls draped with green banners bearing the crescent moon. Warriors stood at attention near the main doors, their armor clean. And there, near the entrance to the pack house, stood a small cluster of wolves who could only be the Mooncrest leadership. Lina recognized Aria immediately. She was thinner than she had been in Nightfang, the softness of pregnancy replaced by the hard muscle of a warrior. Her silver white hair fell past her shoulders in a loose braid. Audra was

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