And now here I was, back in the training yard.
The air was filled with the clang of steel and the thud of bodies against the ground. The warriors sparred in pairs and flashed their claws as their muscles strained. I stood among them with tense shoulder, pretending I belonged.
"Again," barked the drill master. His eyes darted toward me skeptically before he snapped his attention back to the line of soldiers. "Form up. Defensive stance."
I shifted my weight and mimicked the others.My trainings with Mora had been different and I had forgotten some steps and movements I learnt before I went into hiding after Thorne tried to kill me.
My arms ached from hours of training but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. If I faltered, they would see weakness. And weakness was death.
Lucien's gaze burned against my back from across the yard. Caelan hovered at the edge and paced like he wanted to rush to me but knew better.
