(Xeraphina’s POV)
Punch. It has been a week. Side kick.
Upper cut. A whole f*****g week. Hook kick.
Round house kick. Why hasn’t my mate woken up? Double punch.
Piston punch. We healed him. Spear hand.
‘Maybe we should take a break. You have been at this for over twenty-four hours now. We still need to train the wolves and help with the witches.’ Artemis whispered in concern. I growled, ready to figure out a way to rip her out of me so she could be my new punching bag.
‘You have already broken twenty-eight bags; do we really need to continue?’ Kenna asked in disbelief. I swear if one more person questioned me, I would kill them. Counterpart or not. I hissed in anger before waving my hand. All of the punching bags slowly fixed themselves, making it look like no damage was eve
