WILLOW'S POV.
A murmur spread across the training grounds.
Kade stepped back. The warriors formed a wider circle.
Atlas stepped into the middle and removed his shirt in one smooth move.
I looked away immediately.
Of course he had to be built like that. Broad chest. Defined muscles. Scars from battles he probably didn’t even remember. And I hated that my eyes wanted to look again.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you ready?”
I glared at him. “Just fight.”
He smiled slightly, clearly amused.
We circled each other. My heartbeat was a drum in my ears.
At first, I kept it simple—light punches, basic blocks. I didn’t want to take this fight seriously; I wanted it to end as soon as it started.
But Atlas was fast.
Too fast.
He dodged everything with ease.
“You’re holding back,” he sa
