I stood in the training area in the early morning light, poorly filtered through the dense tree canopy, my heart still heaving from the horror that had ruined my night. I made an effort to concentrate on the exercises that Ethan and Elena were leading me through, but I couldn't get rid of the haunting image of Zack's twisted angry face. It seemed as though a shadow was hanging over every idea I had, bringing a somber tone to the day.
Ethan said, "Cora" his voice cutting through the murkiness in my head. His look, seeing me struggle, was one of compassion. "You should concentrate. Clear your mind".
I nodded, attempting to ignore the residual fear. However, there was an air of anxiety today, a tangible sense that something was approaching from the distance. I sensed it in my bones that som
