Aurora POV

I was already sweating when Sloane called a break.

The heat in the training room hadn’t faded yet. Fire magic always lingered. My wolf was curled deep inside me, alert but tired, its breathing in sync with mine. My palms still felt warm, faint sparks dancing under my skin.

“You’re pushing too hard,” Sloane said, handing me a cloth. “Fire doesn’t like force. It likes control.”

“I know,” I said honestly, wiping my forehead. “But if I stop now, I’ll lose the ...