Nyx's POV
Five days later
I woke to the pre-dawn darkness and the bone-deep ache that had become my constant companion.
Every muscle hurts. My shoulders burned from yesterday's weapons training. My legs protested the thought of moving after three days of increasingly brutal conditioning runs. Even my fingers were sore from practicing magical constructs for hours on end.
'You're getting stronger,' Frost reminded me. 'The pain is temporary. The strength is permanent.'
'Easy for you to say. You're an immortal wolf made of ice and magic.'
'Exactly. Which means I know what I'm talking about.'
Through the life-bond, I felt Kael already awake in the next room. He'd been waking earlier each day—before dawn now, using the quiet hours to stretch his healing wounds and plan the day's training.
