Sirella’s povI watched him closely, how he moved. He was like a shadow – swift, sleek and silent. He explained to me how I hold a dagger, how to project it at someone, how I creep up behind another and make none of the sound.‘It makes me feel like -,’ I paused, having noticed his grin when I’d managed to retract my hand fast enough from the blade as not to slice through my skin. ‘Powerful.’He grinned. “You’re learning fast.”I prided myself on practicing those moves over and bloody over until I couldn’t fail. Kieran never screamed at me. He never teased. Kieran was kind. He put his hands on me with lightness, and when he spoke to correct, the words were always soft.“You’re not weak, Sirella,” he said over and over again. “You were simply never shown how to be strong. But I’m changing that.”I started to believe him.One night, we were walking back to the main house where we were staying and all of the people in the pack bowed to us as we walked passed. They called me “Luna” becau
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