The morning sun broke through the thick mist that clung to the training grounds, painting everything in soft gold. Warriors were already lined up in circles, sparring under the watchful eyes of the trainers. The air was thick with sweat, earth, and the growl of effort.

Selene stood near the edge, her silver hair tied back, her eyes sharp and focused. Darius had insisted she start training the younger warriors herself. “If they’re going to follow you as Luna, they need to see your ...