The old training terrace had always felt intimidating to Elena, but not today. Instead, it felt almost alive. Elena stood at the edge of the ancient stone circle as the late afternoon sun bled gold across the courtyard. The carved runes around the perimeter glowed faintly—older than Roland, older than the Eldermoon line, older even than the alliance of the packs themselves.“This place was built when our kind first learned to command,” Roland said, voice reverent. “Before wolves had titles. Before power had rules.”Elena swallowed deeply and wiped her damp palms on her jeans. Damien stood right behind her with his hands just above her waist, almost as if ready to catch her should she waver. “Don’t overthink,” he murmured softly. “Just breathe.”She tried—really tried. The second her feet crossed that circle, her heart rate sped up, and Lyra paced beneath her skin, restless and alert.Roland stepped into the center of the circle and motioned her forward. “Elena,” he said gently, “you
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