Amelia’s POVThe morning sun beat down on the training grounds, warm but not yet oppressive. Diane stood beside me with a bow in hand.“Focus, Amelia,” she said, her tone smug as the string creaked. She released, and the arrow thudded just outside the painted ring. “Damn it.”I chuckled and pulled my own arrow from the quiver. “You’re supposed to be teaching me, not missing on purpose.”“Shut up. That was wind,” Diane argued.I laughed under my breath. I lifted my bow and tried to copy her stance. My fingers ached from yesterday’s training, but I wanted to keep pushing. I drew back, aimed for the target’s center, and released. The arrow hit outside of the painted ring as well.“See? You’re no better,” Diane teased.Before I could retort, a voice interrupted us. “At this rate, you’ll never hit prey.”Diane stiffened instantly. We turned, and my stomach clenched when I saw Ronan and Damian approaching us.Diane’s glare could have burned holes in the dirt. “You’re not welcome here.”Rona
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