Atlas’s POV The early morning sun did little to warm the cold emptiness in my chest. The training grounds were filled with the sounds of grunts and heavy footsteps as warriors sparred and practiced maneuvers, their breath fogging in the air. I stood on the edge of the field, my arms crossed, my gaze sharp as I surveyed them. Every imperfection, every hesitation, every missed strike caught my attention, fueling the restless anger that had become my constant companion. “Form tighter ranks!” I barked, my voice cutting through the air like a whip. “If this were a real fight, you’d be dead already!” The warriors scrambled to adjust, their movements hurried and tense. I knew I was being harsher than usual, but I didn’t care. There was no room for weakness—not in this pack, and certainly not in me. “Again,” I ordered, pacing along the line. As they resumed their drills, my mind drifted, unbidden, to her. Kaida. Her name was a dagger, sharp and painful, twisting deeper with every
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