Chapter 157

• Lusia
• A chill night breeze kissed my skin as I stepped outside the Silvermoon Pack training ground, gravel crunching underfoot as though there were brittle bones. The moon hung low, a pale crescent dripping ghostly light over the scarred expanse of dirt, bordered with decrepit wooden fencing and racks of weapons—swords, spears, and axes gleaming with hungry glints in the torchlight.
• My heart beat violently, racing with memories of those burning moments when Dane's hands mocked restraint—his hungry kiss, ripping down my gown, and his raw, fierce intensity. The maidservant had been terse and discreet, but now, as I approached, there stood Dane, darkly majestic at the middle of the field, an unyielding silhouette against the flickering torchlight, his face obscured in shadows, shadowed with an unreadable expression.