KARINA
Walking in from the chill of the lazy drizzle outside into the warm space of the underground facility, a trace of warmth ran down my spine, making me shiver a little.
But I didn't just walk into the warmth, I walked into the rhythmic, punishing thud of heavy fists smashing against leather punching bags that matched the nervous hammering of my own heart as I walked through the metal double doors.
It was more modern than I thought.
Highly modern, black steel weight racks lined the far concrete walls, reflecting the bright, unforgiving glare of the overhead industrial lights.
Massive, thick combat mats covered almost the entire floor space. This was nothing like the traditional, ceremonial outdoor training rings I was so used to walking past back at the Silverfang Pack.
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