SKY
The air was cold and still, the world around us barely waking as Harper and I made our way to the training grounds before dawn. Our footsteps crunched softly on the gravel path, a quiet rhythm that somehow felt right. We’d started these morning training sessions on a whim, but they’d quickly become my favorite part of the day—before the academy came to life, before we had to slip back into the roles of soldiers.
“Alright, Skyler, what are we working on today?” Harper asked with a grin as we reached the edge of the training field, his breath fogging up in the chilly morning air.
I shrugged, giving him a mock stern look. “You said you wanted to work on speed, right? So, I figured we’d do some interval sprints.” I dropped my bag, pulling out a few resistance bands and weights. “I’m
