"What are you doing here, Kaelen?" Seraphina's voice cut through the morning air as she stood on the training field, knife in hand. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight braid, sweat already beading on her forehead despite the early hour.
I'd been watching her for several minutes, observing the way she moved through her forms. She was good—too good for someone who should have stopped training years ago.
"Your form is sloppy," I said instead of answering her question. "Your left elbow drops when you pivot."
Her jaw tightened. "I didn't ask for your critique."
"This is my training field," I reminded her, stepping closer. "And you're using my weapons."
"I'll leave then." She lowered the knife and turned to go.
"No." The word came out harsher than I intended. I softened my tone. "Stay. You should train."
She eyed me suspiciously. "Why the sudden interest in my training schedule?"
I shrugged, trying to appear casual. "Just making sure my Luna can defend herself."
