Chapter 27 Caught

• The following days were a blur of brutal training, each session pushing the trainees to their absolute limits. The old techniques, once revered, were now dismissed as inefficient, replaced by a relentless focus on raw power and brutal efficiency. The camaraderie that had once bound the Tigresses together was fractured, replaced by a pervasive atmosphere of suspicion and fear. Anya, torn between her loyalty to Don Felix and her growing unease, found herself increasingly isolated, her once-bright spirit dimmed by the oppressive atmosphere.
• Seraphina, however, remained a beacon of defiance. She continued to train with unwavering dedication, but her movements now held a subtle edge, a hint of controlled anger that simmered beneath the surface. She secretly met with a small group of like-minded Tigresses – those who still clung to the old ways, those who refused to let Tigress be corrupted. Their meetings were clandestine, held in the shadows, their whispers carried on the wind that whistled through the high, narrow windows of the training grounds.
• One evening, during a rare moment of quiet, Seraphina found Anya alone, staring out at the desolate landscape beyond the training grounds. The setting sun cast long, somber shadows across the concrete and steel, painting the scene in hues of orange and purple.