Jane
I was in the training room, pushing myself harder than ever before. Today was the day my ex-mate, who had rejected me, would introduce and mark his new mate. The thought made my stomach twist into knots.
Why should I die when he lives? No. I refused to let him take my life—not after everything I had endured. Not after the bullying, the insults, and everything else he put me through.
My hands shook as I wrapped them tighter. Each breath felt like fire in my lungs, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.
A storm of emotions churned inside me—anger, desperation, and a fierce resolve not to surrender. With every punch I threw, with every bead of sweat that slid down my skin, I was driven by fear.
My heart raced like a wild animal trapped in a cage, but I poured every bit of anxiety int
