Chapter 14

Alex

I once believed that becoming a Primordial would unlock the secrets of my own soul. I was catastrophically wrong. Instead, I learned just how vast the mysteries around me remained. At sunrise the morning after my awakening, Weston led me not to the dusty library where I had expected guidance, nor to another arcane scripture meant to foretell my fate, but straight onto the training grounds. A battlefield lay before us, alive with warriors—Angelo, Marcus, Dominic, and the fiercest fighters Mooncrest could muster—forming a silent ring around Weston and me.

My heart hammered in my chest as I looked at Weston. “Please tell me I’m mistaken.”

He met my gaze without flinching. “You’re not.”

I drew in a shaky breath. “You’ve brought me here to fight?”

“Not to fight,” he said, stepping closer until I felt the weight of every lesson he’d ever given me, “but to survive.”

I glanced back at the assembled warriors, each waiting for my command. “You k