The morning sun was golden, but no matter ho2 beutiful it looked, I didn't feel its warmth.
I stood at the edge of the training field, my heartbeat loud in my ears.
The gentle hum of spring surrounded the castle, birds chirping, leaves rustling, but none of it touched me. None of it nattered .
The world jsut felt muted, distant.
Like me.
Right niw I felt distant from myself.
My body was dressed for training, every thread fitted to move and fight.
But I didn't feel like a warrior. I didn't feel like a wolf.
I didn't feel like anything.
Marcus was beside me, he was steady and calm, exuding the kind of strength I wished I could reach.
"Ready?"
He asked gently as brushed his fingers on my faace.
I gave a small nod.
"I think so..."
I whispered, and it wjas a lie.
I wasn't ready, I was scared.
Not of pain.
Not of training.
But of what I seemed to already knew in my heart, that today would end like all the others.
With nothing.
