Emilia Pov.
The sting of the bruise on my side wasn’t enough to stop my fists from flying. I could barely catch my breath, my lungs burning with every movement. This was it—the moment I had trained for, the reason I pushed my body to its limits every day. The sparring match had started as a simple challenge from one of the higher-ranked warriors in the pack, but now, I was regretting every single second of it.
“You’re slow, Emilia,” Ryker taunted, his voice a cool edge of arrogance. He was fast, too fast for me. His every move seemed calculated, precise, like he knew what I was going to do before I even thought it.
I grit my teeth, clenching my fists. “I’ll show you slow.”
I swung a punch, but he was already two steps ahead, dodging it effortlessly. His elbow slammed into my
