Six days.
The countdown is driving me insane, crawling under my skin like insects I can't scratch away. I need to hit something. Need to feel alive instead of like a countdown clock ticking toward my own execution.
The training grounds call to me like a siren song.
Ulysses is there when I arrive, supervising drills with that calm that makes him Winter's perfect second. He sees me approach and his expression is one of resignation. I see the asshole let out a what seems to be a weary sigh as I approach.
"Come to watch again?" His tone suggests he already knows the answer.
"Come to fight." I plant my feet, crossing my arms in a challenge he can either accept or reject.
"The Alpha said—"
"I don't care what the Alpha said." My voice comes out sharper than intended, edged with desperatio
