Chapter 50

Petal's POV

The morning frost lay thick across the training yard, turning every surface into glass. I could feel the bite of winter through the soles of my boots as I swung again and again at the wooden post, ignoring the tremor in my arms. The dagger felt heavier than it should have, my breath too shallow, my focus scattering with every whisper that floated from the edges of the field.

“The Alpha’s training her again?”

“Maybe he’s bewitched.”

“She’s Crimson. ...