 Masuk
Masuk
Livia didn't move to her place. Still standing at the window, looking up at the sky while a lot of things run inside her head. The thought of him was like a whisper that never left, a presence that clung to her no matter how far she tried to run. Was he still waiting? Was he still looking toward the horizon, wondering when — or if — she would return?.She closed her eyes and imagined his face, the warmth of his gaze, the way his voice softened only for her. That memory alone was enough to make her chest ache with longing. She wanted to see him. To stand beside him. To know if he was truly alright.But with that ache came other memories — darker ones.Her thoughts shifted from Aldus to the two people whose names had become wounds she could not fully heal: Aldrake and Amber. Were they punished for what they had done? Had the judgment been carried out before the eyes of the pack, as tradition demanded? Or were they still waiting, locked away, untouched by the justice they deserved?She
Another day came, and the sky stretched wide and pale over the vast training field. Dawn’s chill still clung to the earth, but Livia’s skin was already slick with sweat. Her chest rose and fell sharply as she launched herself into another round of spell forms — the same ones she’d repeated hundreds of times, over and over, until her limbs trembled and her magic pulsed erratically in her veins.“Again,” she whispered to herself, planting her feet firmly and channeling the energy from her core. Golden light sparked in her palm, unstable at first, before flaring into a thin arc that shot forward and sliced into the air. It wasn’t perfect — far from it — but better than yesterday. And that was enough reason to keep going.She barely noticed the hours slipping by. Birds flew overhead, the wind swept across the field, and yet she stayed — relentless, determined, pushing herself past exhaustion.“Still at it?”The familiar, soft voice pulled her out of her focus. Livia turned, panting, and
Livia stood silently at the very heart of the training field, savoring the soft breeze that brushed against her skin. Her eyes were closed, and she allowed the golden sunlight to kiss her face as the wind swept gently through her hair.Her training had just ended — one that had started before dawn and lasted until the sun had fully risen.She remained in that peaceful position when, all of a sudden, a sharp shift in the air made her senses snap to attention. Something was moving toward her — not a person, but a presence hurtling rapidly in her direction.Without hesitation, Livia’s eyes flew open. In one swift, effortless motion, she dodged the barrage of sharpened wooden stakes that sliced through the air toward her.A month of relentless training had honed her instincts to perfection. Every movement, every technique the Elders had drilled into her body now flowed with natural precision. Her reflexes were sharper, her awareness heightened — and in that moment, it almost looked as if
*Day 9*The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of amber and violet, when Livia shifted back into her human form. The transformation felt seamless now, as if Lilly’s strength and awareness had settled comfortably within her, leaving her feeling both grounded and alive. She brushed her damp hair back and walked toward the training hall with a lightness in her step.As she entered, the warm glow of lanterns illuminated the room, and the familiar scent of Florita’s cooking filled the air. The sight lifted her spirits instantly — Florita was carefully placing steaming bowls of food on the long wooden table, humming softly to herself.“Florita!” Livia exclaimed, her face lighting up. “You’re preparing dinner!”The older woman turned with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Of course, little one. A warrior needs her strength restored after such a day. Now, tell me — how was your wolf’s training?”Livia’s chest swelled with pride. “It went… incredibly
*Day 8*Sunlight spilled gently through the wide window of Livia’s chamber, casting golden stripes across the sheets. The warmth on her skin stirred her awake, and without a single lingering thought of sleep, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Today was not a day for hesitation. Today marked another step forward.She crossed the room with quiet determination, heading straight into the bathroom. The cold water against her face snapped away the last traces of drowsiness, and within minutes, she was dressed and ready — her heart beating with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.The halls were silent as she stepped out, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. When she reached the dining hall, the familiar scent of herbs and freshly baked bread greeted her. Elder Caelum, Roman, Arcturus, Cormac, and Luparius were already seated at the long table, talking quietly among themselves. But one presence was missing.“Where’s Florita?” she asked, glancing aro
*Day 7*Morning came quietly, as if the world itself knew that the storm inside Livia had yet to settle. Pale sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the chamber, brushing against her skin like a gentle reminder that a new day had begun.But her body screamed for more rest. Every muscle ached, her limbs felt like stone, and even the simple act of breathing carried a dull weight in her chest. The illusions from the day before had done more than exhaust her — they had emptied her.For a long moment, she simply lay there on the soft mattress in her chamber, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A part of her — a small, desperate part — wanted to close her eyes and let the day pass her by.But then she remembered Florita’s words.> “Strength is not measured by how many times you fall… but by how many times you rise again.”With a trembling breath, Livia pushed herself up. Her arms shook under her weight, her body protesting with every small movement. Still, she swung her legs over the side of








