Clay POV
I was accustomed to the grueling torture, or rather, the rigorous training, that was required to mold me into a skilled hunter. The tests and trials we endured were far from easy; they pushed us to our limits, forcing us to navigate through excruciating situations that some might even consider torture. This particular challenge, however, tested me in a way I had not anticipated.
My body throbbed with pain, every muscle screaming in protest. The moment Emma uttered those words, I was forbidden to see. It was a shock to realize that the mark on my body possessed the power to strip away my sight. I was immobilized, unable to move an inch. She wasn't lying when she spoke of invisible shackles; they held me in this uncomfortable position, one that I had to endure for a grueling 24 ho
