Chapter 29:Learning to Bleed
An hour later I stood outside the underground training hall.
My hair was tied back. My sleeves rolled up.
My stomach tight with anticipation.
When I pushed the door open, the first thing I noticed was the smell of dust and iron.
The hall was carved directly into the stone beneath the fortress. Torches burned along the walls, casting uneven shadows across the circular sparring ring at the center.
Private. Hidden. No audience.
It's was my first time stepping into training ground since I'm wolfless
Mira stood in the middle of the room.
She was tall, broad-shouldered, with a scar cutting across one cheek.
Her left hand was missing two fingers.
Her eyes landed on me the moment I stepped inside.
She didn't smile. Didn't introduce herself.
Just pointed toward the circle.
"Show me what you can do."
I stepped into the ring.
Raised my hands in what I hoped resembled a defensive stance.
Mira moved. I didn't even see the strike coming.
