The sound of fists hitting leather echoed through the training room as Berry unleashed her frustration on the punching bag. Sweat dripped down her face, mixing with tears she refused to acknowledge.

The bag swayed with each impact, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough to quiet the rage building inside her chest.

"You're going to break your hands if you keep hitting it like that."

Berry spun around to find Cossy standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable. The older woman ...