EZRA'S POV
Do you want to know the one thing I hate more than a traitor?
A coward.
And I am not saying that lightly, considering I already have a brother as a traitor.
But that is not the issue.
Cowards and traitors… They are the same in the end. One stabs you in the back. The other lets you die in battle while they run and save their own skin.
So yeah. That's why I'm standing here at the break of dawn, arms folded, watching these recruits shuffle into the training yard, yawning and rubbing their faces like it's some lazy weekend. It's not. Not even close.
"Line up," I say, voice calm but sharp enough to slice through the fog.
They snap to it. Not perfect, but better than usual. I walk past them, slowly. Hands behind my back. I don't say anything yet. Just let the
