Chapter 41

FREYAKendrick assigned me to the night patrol without much warning, catching me in the hallway after breakfast with the same brisk efficiency he brought to every decision.“You’ve earned it,” he said, before I could ask why. “Months of training, and you’ve shown consistent instinct in every drill I’ve thrown at you. Patrol will test that instinct against real stakes instead of staged ones. Be at the eastern gate by dusk.”I spent the rest of the day equal parts nervous and quietly thrilled, the kind of anticipation I hadn’t associated with myself in longer than I could remember. Months ago I would have assumed patrol was reserved entirely for warriors who’d proven themselves through years of loyal service, certainly not for a banished Alpha’s daughter who’d arrived here broken and barefoot. That Kendrick trusted me with this now, without hesitation, without treating it as some kind of exception made for pity’s sake, settled a steady warmth in my chest that no amount of training bruis

Chapter 42

FREYAI didn’t decide to move. My body simply moved for me.One moment I was stumbling forward into the dirt, pain radiating hot across my shoulder, and the next I was already turning, low and fast, some instinct older than conscious thought taking hold of every muscle at once. The rogue lunged again, teeth bared, claws extended, and I ducked beneath the strike with a fluidity that felt nothing like the careful, practiced movements Kendrick had drilled into me over the past months.This felt like an entirely different thing. A dormant instinct that had always been there, buried and waiting, finally allowed to surface.I caught the rogue’s forearm mid-strike, twisting hard and using his own momentum the way Tobias had taught me weeks ago, except my body executed the movement faster and cleaner than I’d ever managed in training, no hesitation slowing the motion down. The rogue’s balance broke instantly, and I drove my elbow back into his ribs with a force that sent him staggering, a pai

Chapter 43

FREYAThe rest of the patrol moved ahead of us, escorting the rogue back toward the house, and somehow, without either of us deciding it outright, Dante and I fell behind, letting the distance between us and the group stretch until the sound of their footsteps faded into the quiet hum of the forest at night.Neither of us mentioned it. We simply walked slower, matching pace without discussion, the moonlight filtering in thin and silvery through the canopy of foilage overhead, painting the path ahead in soft, shifting patches of light and shadow. The night had cooled considerably since we’d first set out, a faint mist beginning to curl low along the forest floor, and somewhere in the distance an owl called out once before falling silent again, the whole world settling into a hush that felt private, almost sacred, entirely separate from the chaos of the clearing we’d left behind.“You’re limping ever so slightly,” Dante said eventually, glancing at me sideways with quiet concern.“It’s

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