Phoebe’s POVI threw a punch, my knuckles slamming against the padded target. The impact sent a sharp jolt through my arm, but I didn’t stop. My muscles ached, sweat dripped down my back, and my breaths came fast, but I welcomed the exhaustion.“Again,” I muttered to myself, shifting my stance.Mia urged me forward, pushing me to move faster, hit harder. We needed to be stronger. The unease from last night hadn’t left me. If anything, it had settled deeper in my bones. Something was coming, and I had to be ready.I lunged, throwing a high kick, following it up with a quick strike. The training dummy rocked under the force, but I didn’t pause. My body knew these movements too well. I had trained for moments like this. For survival. For battle.Nathaniel stood nearby, arms crossed, watching. He wasn’t training today, just observing. I could feel his gaze, sharp and unrelenting, as I moved.Finally, he spoke. “You fight like a warrior who's been to many battles.” His voice was calm, but
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