It was almost three in the afternoon and I already felt the rough tinggling in my back, the grey T-shirt I chose to wear was now soaking with my own sweat, I was feeling too exhausted but then I couldn't stop moving.
I inhaled and exhaled sharply as the crisp afternoon air bit on my skin.
I stood frozen in the vast, open training grounds, trying so hard not to fall on my already trembling knees.
In the distance, I heard the mumbling voices of others who are also training that afternoon, other voices belonged to others who simply wansted to pass the time by watching us.
The sky casted a mixture of hues of orabge and yellow, the sun high, peeking over the towering fortress walls.
I dragged my attention back to the man in front of me, Elder Stanis, one of the most formidable wolves in
