As I walked into the training field, Silas's concerned gaze met mine. "Will you be fine, Lyra?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, as he held my hand in a reassuring grip. I nodded, trying to appear braver than I felt.

“I've always been fine." I forced a smile, my eyes darting between Silas and Zayn, who stood beside him, their faces etched with worry.

"You guys can go train, I'll be fine," I said, my voice steady, but my heart racing with anticipation. Silas's eyes lingered on mine, ...