AYLA'S POV
(DAY SEVEN)
The week had been a living nightmare.
Each day, Morrigan pushed Lyra harder. Each day, we watched our daughter break and rebuild herself. Each day, I died a little inside.
Day three: Combat training. Morrigan attacked Lyra with spelled weapons until she learned to shift fast enough to dodge. Lyra took seventeen cuts before she managed it.
Day four: Magic fusion. Forcing silver, gold, and void to work together instead of fighting. Lyra collapsed unconscious three times. The third time, she didn't wake for six hours.
Day five: Endurance. Shifting fifty times in a row without rest. Lyra made it to forty-three before her body gave out. Morrigan called it "acceptable progress."
Day six: Pain tolerance. I refused to watch that one. Kael told me later that Lyra screamed for three hours straight. But she never begged Morrigan to stop.
And now—day seven. The last day before we had to leave.
