Freya‘s pov.

The sky was beginning to dim, casting the training fields in long streaks of gold and violet. Two days of intense training with Tiberius had reshaped my entire understanding of combat—my body ached in all the best ways. I was starting to learn my rhythm—not just with daggers, which I already excelled at, but with movement, instinct, and discipline. And when I wasn’t on the field, I was deep in study with Eira, unraveling the true history of the hunters. The way a ...