LENA
The training field sat at the edge of the forest, dew still clinging to the grass as the morning sun pushed through the clouds. The air was crisp, quiet—but thick with the undercurrent of change. I stood in the center of the clearing, heart pounding beneath my ribs, the weight of my decision echoing louder now that I was here, under watchful eyes.
Sienna stood across from me, dressed in black athletic gear, her expression a mix of amusement and sharp focus. She cracked her knuckles as she stretched. "You sure you're ready for this, Luna?"
I rolled my shoulders and gave her a crooked smile. "Only one way to find out."
She let out a low laugh. "Good answer. Let's see what Dom's mate can really do."
