ARIA POINT OF VIEW

The morning did not grow easier.

If anything, it grew worse.

By the time the sun climbed higher into the sky, the faint chill of dawn had vanished, replaced by a harsh warmth that pressed down against the training grounds like a heavy hand. Sweat gathered along the back of my neck and slid slowly down my spine, but the heat did nothing to loosen the stiffness in my limbs.

The wolfbane still lived inside my body.

It moved through my veins like slow poison, dulling my ...