Bonded To The Alpha God of War
“Control it! Don’t waste energy.”
Anana’s body screamed in protest, her lungs burning, but she kept going. Ira’s voice rang in her ears, firm and relentless, guiding her through every motion.
By the end, Anana was drenched in sweat, her arms trembling but she stood tall, determination blazing in her eyes.
Ira gave a single approving nod. “Good. Good.”
The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the ground, but the training continued, tense and demanding. And in that tension, a new strength was quietly taking root within Anana.