"Again."Wren pushed herself up from the hard-packed dirt, her arms shaking with exhaustion. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest, begging for rest, for mercy, for just one moment without pain. Sweat dripped into her eyes, blurring her vision and stinging like fire. Her lungs burned with each ragged breath she forced into them.But she got up. She always got up."Your guard is dropping on the left side," Cain said, circling her like a predator assessing wounded prey. His silver eyes missed nothing—every flaw in her stance, every weakness in her defense, every tell that betrayed her fatigue. "Every time you get tired, you favor your right. An enemy will notice that. An enemy will exploit it.""I know.""Then fix it."She raised her fists again, ignoring the ache in her shoulders, the burning in her forearms, the trembling in her legs. Training with Cain had become more rigorous since the confrontation with the Shadow Fang messenger. He pushed her harder every day, demanding mor
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