The past two weeks had to be the worst days of my life, and Aklan had only succeeded in making my hatred for him ten times worse. I thought I would be back on the training grounds by now, proving I wasn’t the weak, wolfless girl everyone seemed to think I was.
I was miserable and heartbroken. Aklan Draven had managed to halt my life’s goal with just a few sentences. I hated him even more than I ever thought possible. There was no real justice in our world, and if I was ever going to get any, I would have to make my own justice. And that would be Aklan’s head delivered to the gates of Narth while I watch as his father beats his chest in mourning, as mine did.
I sat in the common room, staring at the ceiling like it could tell me some secret about surviving this place. The past two weeks
