LOGINXander's POVWe don’t say much as we walk her back. Max keeps his arm around her shoulders, guiding her gently like he’s afraid she might fall apart if he lets go. As we move through the trees toward camp, some of the tension slowly drains out of her. The harsh edge of her sobbing is gone; what’s left is the wreckage of it. Her face is still swollen, eyes stained red, but her breathing has eased into something closer to steady.Oscar falls into step beside me. Lincoln trails behind, quiet and watchful. The four of us form a loose shield around her as we head toward camp.When we reach the cabin area, the fire pit is already lit. Sparks snap into the air as someone adds another log, and the warm glow spills out across the dark grass. It smells like woodsmoke and pine, the low murmur of voices drifting around the fire. The whole scene settles over me in a way that feels safe and familiar.Zahra veers toward the flames and we follow. She doesn’t speak, just sinks onto the nearest log and
Xander's POVFear slams into my chest so hard it steals my breath. It is sudden and absolute, a raw, blinding surge that lances straight through me. I nearly cry out. I don’t even realise I’ve moved until I’m already on my feet, chair scraping back against the floor. Panic, terror, and anger crash through me in overwhelming waves, so intense I can’t form a single coherent thought. My body takes over completely, dragging me toward the door before my mind can catch up.My feet are already moving.Atlas snarls in my head, all teeth and urgency.‘Move. Find her.’‘Who’s her?’ I demand, even as I break into a run.He doesn’t answer. He just keeps pacing, snarling, driving me forward.I take the steps out of the cabin two at a time and bolt across the ground, something deep and instinctive pulling me toward the training fields. I don’t question it. I trust it.That’s when I realise, I’m not alone.Max is suddenly at my side, matching my pace effortlessly, his expression tight and focused. O
Xander's POVI can’t shake this mood. Today has been wrong from the moment I woke up, not in any single, obvious way, but like something is sitting under my skin and won’t settle. My emotions keep sliding out of alignment, rising and falling without warning. I feel like my skin is too small, like there’s too much feeling packed inside me with nowhere for it to go. I’m restless, keyed up, irritated by nothing and everything all at once. I don’t even know how to describe it properly. I just feel off.I glance across the table and catch the movement as Lincoln rolls his shoulders, a small, unconscious gesture like he’s trying to loosen tension that refuses to let go. I don’t think I’m the only one feeling off today.Max is pushing his food around his plate, barely eating. And of course, I notice that, because I’ve barely managed to keep my eyes off him for days now. I hate myself for it, but it doesn’t change the fact that my attention keeps drifting back to him, like a bruise I can’t st
Zarha's POV“Enough.”The word is sharp and absolute.The body on top of me stills and starts to lift away. The second the weight comes off, I twist, flipping onto my back, and drive my knee up into his groin as hard as I can.He folds forward with a scream.At the same time, Zanthe lunges.She goes for his throat. No hesitation. No restraint. She means to rip it out.But the timing is off.He pitches forward as my knee connects, his body twisting as he collapses to the side. Zanthe’s teeth miss the centre of his throat and rake across his neck instead.Blood sprays instantly.He howls.Zanthe snaps again, furious, trying to finish it, but hands grab him and drag him out of her reach.Suddenly the room is full of people. Too many hands are on me.I fucking lose it.I kick and thrash and snarl, fighting like an animal backed into a corner. I will not be restrained again.“Cadet! Stop! Stop!”Someone is shouting, but they’re not taking me. Not again.“Zahra. It’s over.”Another voice. O
Zarha's POVI blink up at the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. My head feels heavy, like it isn’t fully attached anymore. My vision swims in and out of focus. Somewhere nearby, water drips, the sound slowly seeping into my awareness.Then the memory hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.Hands holding me down. The cloth shoved over my face. The water. Too much water.I whimper.‘Stay strong,’ Zanthe says immediately, her voice cutting through the fog. The steadiness of her presence anchors me.‘How long was I out?’ I ask her.‘Only about five minutes this time. They left a minute later for a break. They’ll be back soon. I’ve already repaired your nose and fingers.’‘Thank you.’Now that she mentions it, I realise the pain I’d been drowning in before is gone.Today has not been fun.Between the waterboarding, the beatings, and the shock therapy, I fucking hate Phase Three. But I haven’t broken.The scrap of paper they handed me at the start flashes through my mind.The dog has eaten t
Zarha's POVAfter breakfast, we report to the training centre as usual and take our seats in the stands. Liam, Morgan, and Jed stick close to me. Henry sits behind us with his little pack of idiots—Montague and Jameson included.At least they’re keeping their mouths shut now.The commanders and captains enter the room in formation, then Edwardo steps in behind them.He moves to the front, hands clasped behind his back.“Good morning, everyone. Those of you still working on your meditations, please proceed with Captain Ross.”He indicates a red-haired female captain standing to the right of the room. She steps forward as half the room stands. Morgan squeezes my shoulder as she rises, and Jed claps Liam on the back before heading down with her.Captain Ross leads them out, joined by several other captains.“Those of you progressing to Stage Two, we’re going to split you into two groups today. Half of you, please go with Commander Pearson. The rest with Commander Henderson.”He lets the







