Rowan's POV
I threw the next guy to the ground so hard his back made a loud thud against the training mat. He grunted, rolled, and barely got back up before I was on him again.
"Again!" I barked.
They were all out of breath. Sweating. Bruised. And I didn’t give a damn.
We were behind the school, where the forest thinned out just enough for a makeshift training ground. No cameras. No rules. Just broken earth, sweat, and blood. My kind of place.
"What happens when you get caught off guard by a rogue? You think he's gonna ask if you're tired?" I snapped, pacing in front of them. My fists were still tight, knuckles aching. "Get up, Nolan. You’re moving like you want to die."
He scrambled up with a wince. Blood smeared under his nose. That made me feel a little better.
But not enough.
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