Chapter 15The night was quiet, almost deceivingly so.The moon hung low over the training yard, silver light spilling over the stone tiles. Shadows stretched long and thin, and the air smelled of damp earth and iron. I had chosen this night deliberately—no guards, no council, no eyes to witness the trials I set for myself.I was alone.I had been sparring against three warriors from the pack—a test of endurance, of timing, of strategy. I had only one dagger. One small, unremarkable dagger that gleamed faintly in the moonlight. My movements were deliberate, calculated; each step I took was measured, each strike planned.The first wolf lunged. I sidestepped, letting his momentum carry him past me, then spun and slashed his arm. He yelped, falling to the ground, clutching the wound.The second lunged, taller and heavier. I pressed my dagger against his side and pivoted, using his weight to unbalance him. His legs buckled, and he crashed into the stone, stunned.The third charged reckles
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