Sold To The Ruthless Lycan King
"Physical strength is an easy thing to build over time."
Cassian looked at his King, thoroughly confused.
"But spirit..." Kael’s voice turned almost thoughtful, a dangerous light gleaming in his crimson eyes. "...spirit is something a creature is born with. It either survives the crushing weight of this world... or it doesn't."
Back down on the freezing ground, the broad-shouldered recruit swung his heavy wooden sword directly toward my head with a vicious, ending arc.
I ducked blindly, the wind of the blade biting my neck. But as I did, another recruit kicked my legs out from under me from behind.