Ember Frost's POV

By the time I completed my second lap around the training ground, my breath came in ragged gasps. My legs felt like lead, my stomach twisted into painful knots, and I bent over, clutching my knees, convinced I might collapse then and there.

I hated to admit it, but Orion was an exceptional trainer. He seemed to know exactly where my limits lay and had no qualms about pushing me to the edge, as if my survival didn’t matter. Each moment of training felt like a battle with ...