Chapter 69

• Jace
• The morning breeze, cool on my skin, blew across the training ground as I stepped onto the soft earth, the cool breeze blowing my hair. It was a habit that I had formed long ago, one that used to be shared with Hunter, but things had changed. Now, I stood alone under the morning sky, my breath visible in the cold air.
• As the grass tickled my feet, memories of those early morning sparring sessions with Hunter flooded my mind. We used to greet the dawn with bare chests, the sound of our fists colliding and the grunts of tiredness filling the air. It was our time, a brotherly bond we cherished.