Ember Frost’s POV The moment my father said yes, I jumped off the sofa, barely able to contain myself. Even Eira, who was usually calm and careful, grabbed my hand, her eyes wide with excitement.It was strange, really. What we were celebrating was something dangerous, something that could easily go wrong. But to me, it was more than a mission; it was a chance for Eira to finally accept who she was. A chance for her to see that her witch bloodline wasn’t a curse, that her power wasn’t something to be ashamed of. She was brilliant, kind, and far too pure-hearted. She didn’t deserve to carry the burden of her ancestors’ mistakes.From that moment, our real training began.It wasn’t surprising that Eira couldn’t break the Northern Duke’s spell right away. She was gifted, yes—but talent didn’t replace experience. She was still learning, and magic wasn’t something that yielded overnight.“My father had already arranged for three elder wolves skilled in sorcery to train Eira and me. Yes, m
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