TYR

“Keep up!” I roared.

My voice carried like a strike of thunder across the training yard, making the men jolt mid-motion. I felt like smashing one of their heads in. Why were they so slow?

The bond mark had been pulsing since dawn, each throb echoing in my veins like war drums. It left me restless, angry, and I could not sit in my chambers waiting for it to ease. I needed to move. I needed to fight. We had gone to the coven and couldn’t gain entrance. It was clear that Zuri needed ...