Elias’s POV

By morning, my body felt like it had been hollowed out and filled with cold air.

Suppressant fatigue always hit like this; slow, heavy, a quiet suffocation beneath my ribs but today it was worse. Ronan was right. I’d pushed too far. The injector wounds ached with every step, but I kept my posture straight as I walked toward the training field.

Eyes followed me, Not obvious, Not lingering. But watching, Measuring.

Tracking the cracks Ronan noticed first.

I hated how aware of ...