Elin pov

Six weeks of recovery. Then training. Every day, pushing Istha harder, pushing myself until muscles scream and lungs burn.

Grayson spars with me, his ice-wolf fast but not fast enough. I'm stronger now—an Alpha in truth, not just title.

"You're ready," he says after I pin him for the third time in a row.

I stand, offering him a hand up. "Blue Moon won't know what hit them."

His smile is grim. "When?"

"Dawn. Three days from now." I wipe sweat from my face. "I want you and Cyrus ...