FENRIC'S POV

The training yard is filled with the sound of fists against flesh, grunts and growls, while bodies slamming into the sand and stones around.

Nyall’s sparring with one of the newer Beta guards; Orien’s working the blade dummies across the field with that quiet, focused look of his on his face as usual.

... And Me?

I’m cracking my knuckles against a thick wooden post, bare- fisted and totally pissed off.

Every Elder’s face flashes in my mind with each strike of my fist ...