Aurora’s P.O.V

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the training grounds as the three of us—Ashton, Maggie, and I—collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily. My legs felt like lead, my chest burned with every breath, and a fine layer of sweat coated my skin. This was our first class with Alice, and instead of anything remotely magical, she had us running.

Running. Laps on laps around the field like we were training for a marathon instead of learning the ...