BRITNEY’S POV
“Nice fight, Britney,” The instructor’s voice sounded in the arena.
I grinned from ear to ear feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as I walked away from my defeated opponent.
I had been training hard, and it was paying off. My skills were improving with each passing day, and I could feel the difference in my movements, my reflexes, and my overall confidence.
I took a seat and reached for my water bottle, taking a long gulp to quench my parched throat. The cool liquid soothed my dry mouth and throat, and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.
But as I opened my eyes and stared at my phone, my excitement quickly turned to disappointment. There were no texts, no missed calls. Nothing. I had been waiting for Jordyn to say something after the full moon ceremony, but he
