Tyler’s POV
“Focus, Tyler! Guard your left!”
The morning sun hadn’t even come up yet when the slam of the wooden training sword sent Tyler sprawling across the ground. The sand of the sparring ring filled his mouth, forcing him to cough and sputter as he pushed himself to his knees.
Melvin stood over him, panting, his brows drawn together. “What was that, boy?” he barked, although he held his hand out to help Tyler to his feet. Tyler ignored it and stood on his own, dusting himself off. Melvin’s jaw feathered.
“I’m sorry,” Tyler muttered in a rough voice that had nothing to do with the early hour. “I’m just a bit distracted today. Didn’t sleep well. Had weird dreams.” Dreams about Elena bleeding out on the ground. Dreams about Kade standing over her body with blood on his hands. Dream
