FREYA
I lost count of how many laps I did.
Too much pain.
Somewhere in the run, the training stopped.
I know it without looking. The sounds of the ground have gone quiet — no grunting from the sparring pit, no slap of practice blades, no shuffle of feet finding stance. Just the soft collective hush of sixty warriors standing still.
Watching.
Sarah got what she wanted. The Luna running laps because the Luna ordered someone else to run laps. The Luna disciplined by her own rule, on her own ground, in front of her own trainees. There isn't a single woman out here who doesn't understand exactly what Sarah has done.
I keep running.
The throb in my belly is not a throb anymore. It is a deep hooked thing that pulls through me every fourth stride. My mouth is full of the metal taste that c
