Mason
I slammed my fist into the punching bag, the dull thud barely satisfying the anger simmering beneath my skin. Each punch was supposed to drain the frustration, but it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting back to Skye, to everything falling apart around me. The sound of footsteps behind me pulled me out of my head. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Mark.
“What’s the update on the secret building?” I asked, my voice gruff as I threw another punch.
Mark hesitated, and that was enough to set my blood boiling. “Still no updates,” he finally said. “The warriors are searching, but it’s hard to pin down. If it’s as hidden as the stories say, it could take more time.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. With a sharp exhale, I turned and threw one final punch, sending the bag swi
