Aria’s POV

The morning air was sharp enough to sting my lungs. I liked that about it. It reminded me I was alive, that I’d survived everything that was meant to break me.

The training grounds stretched out in front of me -- a wide circle of dirt and shadow where the sun had barely started to touch. The scent of pine and damp earth clung to everything. Wolves sparred across the field, their growls low and rhythmic. Damon stood at the far end, arms crossed, his black shirt clinging to him ...