Chapter 43
The next morning, I arrive at the training center with the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The chill in the air seems to mirror the cold tension in my bones, and I'm not the only one. Everywhere I look, cadets wear expressions that vary between anxiety, determination, and sheer exhaustion.
Mac, today, appears even more intense than usual. His piercing eyes scanning us, ensuring we're all present. "Yesterday's events," he begins, his voice echoing in the quiet of the morning, "were a reminder that we're in real danger. We've been lax, and that is a luxury we can no longer afford."
A murmur of agreement ripples through us. I can't help but feel a pang of fear. Training was hard enough, and now?
Mac claps his hands, the sharp sound slicing through the air. "From today, we'
