Lyra's POV
Despite the heated encounter with Alaric in his office yesterday afternoon, I walked into the training facility the next morning without a trace of nerves. For the first time in months, a sense of calm settled over my shoulders like a warm blanket.
Yes, my other two fated mates were recovering in the medical wing after their brutal fight. Yes, the vampire threat still loomed over us like a dark cloud. Yes, I still lacked the supernatural abilities needed to face a vampire uprising. But none of that mattered right now. Alaric had chosen me. Not that perfect princess Roxanne. Me.
