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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