KENDRICK POV
We’d finally done it. It took us seven days, three busted fingers, a metric ton of sweat, and more than one screaming match over the logistics of a mud pit—but we’d built it.
A full-blown training course that wrapped around the Great Bear Lake like a twisted ribbon of pain and punishment. I designed every trap, every wall, every rope climb and water hazard with one objective in mind: wear Kyle the fu.ck out.
Because my twin? He was one tantrum away from challenging the moon itself.
Keegan helped with the physical build—his head works better with tools and actual dirt while mine runs off sketches, simulations, and contingencies. He knows how to swing a hammer. I know how to engineer the perfect collapse of a wall that looks stable but isn’t. Together? We’re chaos incarnate,
