KAIA

I hit the ground hard for the third time in twenty minutes, dirt scraping against my palms. My wolf snarls in frustration, but I can barely hear her over my own internal screaming.

It’s been three weeks since we escaped the Fae realm with Mom. Three weeks of waiting for Edvard to retaliate, to come after her, to do something—but all we’ve gotten is silence.

And training that's going absolutely nowhere.

"Again," Mom says from where she stands a few feet away, her arms crossed. She ...