KAIDEN'S POV
The moon hangs low over the training yard. I can't sleep so I'm training to get my mind off it.
I strike the training dummy again. Harder this time.
My fist lands with a dull, angry punch, sending a shock through my arm. I don't care. I welcome the pain. It's better than what I feel inside. I slam my palm into the wooden chest of the dummy. I twist, kick, punch again.
I do it over and over. Over and over.
My breathing is sharp, uneven. Sweat clings to my skin, dripping from my brow and trailing down my bare chest. I've been at this for hours, but the fire inside me won't burn out.
Every time I try to sleep, she's there.
Layla.
She's always in my mind and I fucking hate it.
That damn omega with the too-soft voice and stubborn eyes that makes my wolf growl every time she turns her back to me. I hate how her scent seems to stay in my lungs. I hate that even now, after everything, the thought of her ignites something feral in me.
