Kylie woke to the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stretched, feeling the familiar ache in her muscles, a reminder of the battles they had faced. Lysander was already up, his side of the bed cold. She knew he was planning their next move, always thinking ahead.

Determined to be more than just a passive presence, Kylie decided to train. She needed to be strong, not just for herself, but for Lysander and their family. She had seen too much, endured too much, to sit ...