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Damn it!

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-28 00:55:03

Amara’s POV

The training grounds were quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the cold evening breeze. I stood in the center, my hands trembling, not from fear but from exhaustion. The repetitive practice, the intense focus it took to channel my energy, was draining me. Yet, I refused to stop.

The faces of the Triplets flashed in my mind—Jaxon’s cold indifference, Caden’s biting words, and Ryder’s hollow guilt. They were slipping away, and I couldn’t bear to lose them.

Elian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp green eyes watching my every move. "Again," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind.

I clenched my fists and nodded, steadying my breathing. "I can do this," I muttered to myself, summoning the magical energy inside me. I visualized the threads of the spell wrapped around the Triplets, choking them, twisting their emotions. I imagined breaking those threads, unraveling them one by one.

"Focus," Elian said, stepping closer. "You’re le
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