Ryder POV

Day three. Last day before the challenge.

I hadn't slept. None of us had.

The training room was a disaster zone. Broken equipment, blood stains on the mats, holes in the walls from when Jolie lost control of her power. She was getting stronger, but control was still a problem.

"Again," Knox's voice echoed from the room below. "You're still telegraphing your moves."

I walked to the window. The sun was starting to rise, painting the valley gold. In six hours, we'd be at the neutral ...