Lane's POV
As the last rays of the setting sun faded, I arrived at the training ground on time.
The moment I reached the gate, Vicky and the others crowded in front of me.
Everyone patted me on the shoulder, "Lane, beat her up."
I smiled faintly. Beat Maris?
Honestly, that was harder than tearing her apart completely.
I had to control my strength with precision, rein in the deadly edge of my claws—something that took enormous restraint while Nyra's wild nature and the fire of my rage burned inside me.
When I stepped inside, I saw a wall built of people, stretching so far it was hard to see the end.
Aside from the required patrol guards, it felt like the entire legion had gathered here.
Voices buzzed all around.
"Who do you think will win?"
"My money's on General Maris! Lane may
