Lyra's POV
The sharp crack of my foot connecting with the training dummy's jaw echoed through the gym. I cursed under my breath as I spun away from Alaric, my leg barely grazing his cheek before slamming into the mechanical opponent. The dummy staggered backward, and Alaric quickly recovered from his momentary distraction, using his heel to bring the training bot crashing to its knees.
The familiar burn of exertion spread through my muscles as sweat beaded along my hairline. These sessions were getting more intense each week, pushing all of us to our breaking points.
"Cooper!" Xander's voice cut through the air like a blade.
