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We reached the arena’s door and I pulled on my jacket waiting as Aurora took the handle to pull it open. As usual eyes fell on me but it was nothing new seeing as I was used to it. Today, unlike the party where they had all seen me glammed up, I was dressed in my pack’s – Blue Claw – warrior outfit. It was what I had to fight in. Fitted brown leathered pants, armored straps attached to the sleeves of my shirt and a jacket where I could hide my knives should in case I would need them in a fight.

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

Adelaide chose a stunning pomegranate-red evening gown, its neckline and sleeves heavily embroidered with golden totems that perfectly showcased her noble Luna status and commanding presence. Lance changed into a loose, sky-blue robe. The fabric perfectly softened his terrifying battlefield aura, making his tall, broad frame look elegant and gentle—the picture of a refined nobleman.

“I forgot to give you this. I know how much you treasure it.” I accepted both the training gear and the blade. The gear was midnight blue—leather pants, a tunic, breastplate, leather gloves, boots, and a belt. I was impressed and thanked her. I asked her to help me put them on, and she agreed. Once I was fully dressed, I posed in front of the mirror, feeling like an Amazonian warrior! “Wow! This is amazing!” I said excitedly. “It suits you, musha,” Cygnus replied with a smile. “You both should get going. I’ll meet you later. Natisa, take good care of her.”

My eyes were on him as I enunciated, "I've been blind all this time, Jackie, but that won't happen again." A pregnant pause seized the hall. Jackie was black as thunder, and if looks could kill, I'd have dropped dead. He clenched his fists and roared at the nearby bodyguards. "Don't just stand there! Toss this crazy bitch out!"

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

They don’t look like they want to kill her right now, but they will hurt her if she doesn’t submit. ‘Who are they?’ Grimm asks. Their clothes are practical, handmade from animal hides. It looks like they completely lost touch with the modern world, or they just refuse to use any new technology. Bright crimson moon symbols are stitched onto their clothes, and the way they grip their curved blades and bows makes it clear they live every day expecting a raid. "Step back!" Anya screams. She throws her body over Jareth’s unmoving chest, using herself as a shield. "Don't touch him!"

The red-eyed creature lunged. Darkness exploded across the battlefield. It swallowed the remains of the Trial of Two Hearts. Mountains of black mist rose into the sky. Each one took the shape of snarling beasts with glowing crimson eyes. Their roars shook the heavens. Kael tightened his grip on the silver blade. The weapon felt alive. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it had been waiting centuries for his touch. Beside him, Rhydian held the golden blade. The moment their shoulders brushed, both swords began to hum. Silver and gold light intertwined, forming invisible threads between them.

"A very bold presence." But when he asked about me, the crew simply exchanged wide, breathless smiles. They were so haunted by the story I had told with my eyes that words failed them. Blake, in his arrogance, took their silence for disappointment. He assumed Riley had devoured me. The stylists brought out two ceremonial robes—one of midnight silk, one of pure white cloud-fleece. They were meant to represent sister-wolves of the same pack. The head stylist gestured to me for the white, knowing the lunar light suited my spirit. But Riley lunged forward, snatching the white silk for herself.