The three weeks before the Summit became a blur of sweat and silver light.

Training consumed everything.

Four hours every morning with Zane.

Not combat, but control.

The old guardian sat me on the floor of the training room, cross legged, eyes closed, and talked me through the landscape of my own blood.

"The dual bloodline is not two separate rivers," he said, in that formal, ancient cadence.

"It is one river with two currents. You have been treating them as opponents. They are not. They are partners."

Easy to say. Harder to practice.

The moon side responded to love, protection, the instinct to heal and shelter.

When I thought...