Chapter 70 Doesn't Feel Right

• The smell of charred earth fills the air, a blend of burned grass and smoke, it envelopes me as I shift in place, adjusting my stance.
• The rooftop training room of the Silver Tower is well equipped, more than any I have ever seen. Not that I have seen much since I did not really live in the Everdale pack house, but my point remains valid. It is late afternoon, the sun burning across the open space is harsh.
• Across the room, dozens of targets are lined, some still standing, others smoldering pieces of my past attempts.