Chapter 60

• Atlas
• The underground wolf chamber was silent except for the dull thuds of my fists against the reinforced stone wall. My breaths came in ragged pants, misting in the cool cavern air. Sweat dripped down my chest, soaking the waistband of my training shorts as I threw another brutal punch at the moss-darkened rock, sending a crack spiderwebbing across its surface.
• Pain flared up my knuckles. I welcomed it. I needed it. Anything to drown out the thoughts gnawing at my mind since dawn. Since Kieran’s words. Anything to silence Mira’s name echoing through my veins.