Ty’s POV

I didn’t plan on coming back to this place.

Not after the betrayal. Not after I clawed my heart out of my chest and handed it to a boy who spit on it.

But here I am—duffel bag slung over one shoulder, boots dragging on scorched earth, and five years of rage simmering beneath my skin like wildfire waiting for a spark.

“Yo, Ty! You heading out?”

The voice jolted me out of my thoughts. One of the trainees from Dragon’s Academy jogged up, his ...