Lily strode across the training grounds, her steps purposeful despite the lingering heaviness in her chest. Martha followed close behind, her watchful eyes scanning the area. Warriors paired off in combat drills, the clash of wooden practice swords and grunts filling the morning air.
Ragnar spotted them immediately. He broke away from his training session and approached with a respectful nod.
“Luna Lily,” he said, his voice gruff but respectful. “Do you need something?”
Lily shook her head and signed quickly. Martha translated, “She’s looking for Axel, Jett, and Ryker.”
Ragnar’s brow furrowed. “Those three? What business do you have with Zayn’s men?”
Lily’s expression hardened slightly. She signed again.
“The Alpha assigned them to me,” Martha explained. “She doesn’t need your services today.”
Ragnar’s jaw tightened, but he nodded stiffly. “They’re at the far end of the training ground. I’ll take you.”
