Nolan:
The sound of fists slamming into the heavy bag was the only thing that kept my head quiet.
At least that was what I told myself with each punch that I was making. At least that was what I tried to convince myself with.
Left. Right. Hook. Harder. Faster.
Uppercut. Right. Left. Again. Harder. And this was how it was going. This was how it was going to have to be.
The chain creaked with each blow, the leather groaning under my fists as sweat dripped down my jaw.
The ache in my knuckles was better than the ache in my chest.
The blood that poured from my knuckles as the cuts became deeper was a reminder of who I was, was a reminder of what I was supposed to be, of my duties not only towards myself, but towards my pack, towards everyone who was waiting for me.
It was better than t
