Sera's POV
I slammed my fist into the training dummy so hard it flew off its chain.
"Feel better?" Elena asked from the doorway.
"No." I wiped sweat from my forehead and grabbed another dummy. "Not even close."
It had been two days since my fight with Lennox. Two days of him avoiding me. Two days of the pack whispering behind my back. Two days of Marcus watching me like a predator stalking prey.
And the Luna ceremony was tomorrow.
"You can't keep punching things," Elena said gently. "Eventually you'll run out of dummies."
"Then I'll punch trees."
"Sera—"
"I'm fine, Elena." I hit the dummy again, imagining it was the Shadow King's face. My father's face. "I just need to work off some energy."
That was a lie. What I really needed was to scream until my throat hurt. To cry until there were no tears left. To go back in time again and fix all the mistakes I was making.
But I couldn't do any of those things. So I punched training dummies instead.
