d it all, heading straight for the training grounds. She needed the burn of her muscles, the sha
ing with precision. This was her element, the discipline and pow
ered by the sound of L
simultaneously displaying the strength of his pack. Lila, dressed in a ridiculous frilly sundre
and the dueling pits. He even had the audacity to halt a pair of warriors mid-s
with resentment. The sacred art of combat h
en landed on Elara, who was still methodically
ila asked, her voice dripping with fau
ble crossed his face, before it was replaced by dismissive pride. "It's part of h
picked up a weighted wooden practice sword and began to move th
to get a better view, not paying attention to t
her ankle twisted, and the palm of her hand scraped against the gravel, bri
t was a ca
?" he roared, his Alpha command washing over the grounds, forcing every young wolf present to b
he was the closest to
accusation sharp and baseless. "Some
dulous. He was accusing her, his mate, his Luna, of somethin
sob in Kade's arms. "No, Kade, it wasn't the Luna's
minuscule scrape on Lila's palm, at the droplets of blood, and he made a decision
ot, sliced open his own palm, and clasped Lila's injured ha
*Vitae Translatio*. Th
only for a dying mate or a grievously wo
s. Lila's scrape vanished. The slight pallor fr
re of his own life force left him drained. His face went
's trivial scratch. It was more than foolishness; it was blasphemy. As Kade sank to one knee, Rhys moved instantly, not to his Alpha, but to the horrified warriors. His voice was
born thread of attachment in her heart, the final echo of lov
er, was not worthy of
ont him. She did
nned silence followed her. She could feel the burn of dozens of eyes on her back-a mixture of pity, horror, and confusion.
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