CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: The Unseen AnchorKaira’s POVThe slate ring was slick with melted ice, but I refused to let my footing slip. For three weeks, training had become my sanctuary—the rhythmic clash of steel, the burning in my lungs, and the sheer physical exhaustion keeping the ghosts of my past at bay.Vance stood across from me, his shadow-steel broadsword resting casually against his shoulder. "Again," he barked, his amber eyes tracking my every twitch. "Your left side is guarded, but your pulse is erratic, Kaira. Focus."I reset my stance, tightening my grip on the dagger Vance had given me. "I am focused," I gritted out, wiping a mixture of sweat and melting snow from my forehead.In truth, something had felt wrong since I woke up at dawn. A strange, heavy lethargy was tugging at the edges of my limbs, and my wolf felt unusually quiet—not weak, but retracted, as if wrapping herself around something deep inside my core. I pushed the sensation down. I couldn't afford weakness. Not
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