***Warning: Mild Violence***
Rowan
"How did I get myself into this, again?" I complained to Mason, pacing in the locker rooms of our training complex. South of the greenhouses, we had a large gym for weight training and indoor workouts during inclement weather that butted up to a full quarter-mile track with a sparring ring and areas for drills in the middle. I had changed into my athletic clothes and was already sweating through my shirt from nervousness.
"I don't know, but man, I wish I had been there to see it!" Mason crowed at me. He had breakfast with his family on the Beta floor, so he'd missed the whole thing.
"Ugh, what good are you?" I grumbled. I looked down at myself and yanked off the shirt I was wearing. I couldn't go out there sweat marks already on my shirt. That could
