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Slow. Deliberate. “It should be.” Her heart skipped. Of course it should be. Because this wasn’t the same kind of training anymore. This wasn’t about basic defense. Or learning how to react. This was about control. Power. And whatever was happening between them. Amara exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders back as she tried to steady herself. “Alright,” she said. “Teach me.” Lucian stopped a few feet in front of her. “First lesson.” She braced herself.

Before he could reply, a sharp screech echoed across the battlefield. Ama. She descended from the sky, riding a nightmarish beast—half dragon, half wolf—with smoky black wings. Her eyes glowed crimson, her body laced with corrupted magic. “Well, well,” she drawled, her voice magically amplified across the field. “Little Riya finally learned how to fight.” I stepped forward. “This ends tonight, Ama.” She laughed, throwing her head back. “You think you’re powerful enough to defeat me?” Nathaniel growled, stepping in front of me. “You’ve already lost.”

"Then use the steel of my structure to complete it. You are the architect now, Amara. The life you carry is the ultimate construction. Use your strength to define the legacy, not your loss." ​Amara nodded, the command crystallizing her purpose. Her father's spirit was not lost; it was being secured and amplified by the architecture of Emiliano's fortress. ​The next morning, Amara woke with a renewed sense of purpose. She had accepted the command for joy, and she now embraced the final command for unflappable strength. ​She found Emiliano in the study, preparing for a high-stakes meeting. She walked to him, her hand going instinctively to his arm—a gesture of ownership and partnership she now

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

Men adjusted their ties, suddenly smaller, suddenly lesser. A demigod. That was the only word that came to Amara’s mind. And like all gods, he was dangerous. She reminded herself of the mission. Get close. Gain his trust. Find the cracks in the Vitale empire. But when his eyes landed on her, the reminder burned to ash. Dark, penetrating, his gaze held her still as though he’d known all along she would be here. Heat climbed her neck. She forced herself not to look away, not to break character. She was supposed to be untouchable, unshaken.

Amara was a little bit better than before but she was still very weak and not good enough to defend herself. "Do it again, your stance wasn't good enough, a live opponent would have knocked you down easily," Gio said sighing, he was getting frustrated with Amara, this was almost the tenth time he was telling her to do things over and over again. I couldn't stand to watch it through the monitor anymore, I needed to watch it closely so I got up and made my way to the room. As I walked to the room, I thought of stopping the training for Amara, she was getting a little bit better but she didn't look like she was cut out for fighting. Memories of the day Alita died flashed through my mind and I g

I replied coolly, “I know. Because Amara doesn’t understand the strength of a united pack. She only knows how to manipulate fear, but fear isn’t a foundation. It’s a temporary crutch.” He stared at me, his expression unreadable. “You’re saying we tear her down?” “I’m saying we replace her,” I corrected. “Amara is a puppet, and we’re the hands that can make her dance. But we won’t stop there. We’ll tear down the strings, and we’ll lead this pack to its true potential. Together.” Jax’s eyes widened as he considered the weight of my words. “And if I’m in, how do you plan to get the others on your side?”

“Don't you have a little strength to fight back? It's going to be a good match if you just knew how to fight!” “She's a weakling. What can you expect from a cursed child who didn't get any of those magnified senses from our goddess?” Sierra commented. She felt a sting of pain inside her chest. These words were like knives that were slowly cutting her through the bones. Amara thought she had accepted it a long time ago, that it wasn’t a big deal if she wouldn't get those enhanced abilities and wouldn't shift to a wolf at all... but maybe she was wrong, that deep down in her heart she wanted to shift... and these thoughts will forever haunt her of wanting to become one. Even if it was too late

She had been a great help ever since he came to Frostspire, and he wondered what he could do back for her. With that thought in mind, Adrian handed the Lilac Aura Pill to Amara. "I heard from the elders that advancing to the next level after reaching level seven can be quite challenging. This Lilac Aura Pill should make the progress easier. Since I have no use for it right now, I'm giving it to you, Amara."

Then Cain asked, “What do we do now?” Amara’s gaze swept across the gathered fighters. They were tired, some wounded, all of them pushed to the edge—but still standing. Still willing. She met Damascus’s eyes. “We regroup. We heal. And then we go after him.” “You’re sure?” he asked through their bond. Amara nodded slowly. “He’s building something in that forest. Gathering more than just wolves. He wants control. Maybe even a kingdom of his own. But we won’t let him.”