Amelia’s POV

Training with Sloane wasn’t like pack drills. There was no shouting, no laps, no bruises for the sake of it. She had me stand inside a salt circle and breathe until the noise in my head went quiet.

She made me hold a bowl of water still without touching it. If the surface rippled, we started over. Some days she blindfolded me and walked me through the trees, asking what I smelled, what I heard, what felt wrong. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t break me either.

Dane was there ...