AURORA
I looked at my bruised fists. My shirt clung to me in sweat as I stared, no glared at the punching bag. Somehow I had convinced Steven to lead me to some sort of gym, or some sort of training room. There had to be one, considering the fact that Drogo and Kane were both fit. It was relieving to know that I wasn't wrong. I don't know how long I've been in here, trying to master the combat techniques that I've learned at camp.
I didn't care that the side of my abdomen hurt like a b***h. My injuries haven't been completely healed yet but I let myself just stay and do nothing, there was a possibility that I might end up running mad by the storm of disturbing thoughts that were threatening to consume me whole.
I didn't like whatever I was feeling but whatever it was, it was enough to
