It had been a week since they'd slipped back into their usual rhythm—long mornings of training, shared meals that reset their breath, and then more training until dusk swallowed the sky.
Luna recovered far quicker than anyone expected. Within days, she was back on her feet, easing herself into combat drills under Ava's guidance.
Avalin, on the other hand, had been swallowed by responsibility. The border tensions and the Cravanvor unrest demanded her constant presence, pulling her away from the castle. Still, according to Peri, she'd handed the task to the second best—someone Avalin trusted..
Marilyn, too, was sharpening again. She'd been making frequent trips to the Death Well, claiming that the weeks of rest had dulled her edge. Whatever she was doing in that forest… It was working. Her movements were tighter. Her aura carried a bite again.
Hades could see it. His wives were getting stronger, day by day—and perhaps more surprising than that, they were getting along.
