Ella's POV
"Again."
I barely turned as the voice cut through the field like a whip.
Rebecca.
Tall, graceful and deadly. With sharp eyes the color of storms and a mouth that rarely smiled. She stood across the ring, her arms crossed over her chest, chin high.
"You have been beating that bag like it insulted your dead ancestors." Rebecca said coolly. "Why not hit something that hits back."
I straightened, wiping the sweat from my brow. "You volunteering?"
"You could use a real challenge." Rebecca said smirking.
"Rebecca." Colt said advancing towards us. We both looked at the fresh cut on his eyebrow.
Colt had been gone for a few weeks, 'training' as he said. But I knew there was something deeper than a simple training.
Ever since I came here, I was not the broken and scared
