SERAPHINA
“Don’t slow down!!” the Alpha instructor’s voice thundered across the training grounds.
The sun beat down mercilessly, turning sweat into a second skin as it dripped from my brow. My arms trembled with every push-up, but I didn’t stop. I had already shattered my own record, pushed past my limits—but there was no room for weakness here. Around me, the others panted and grunted, their bodies just as strained, but no one dared slack off under the sharp gaze of the instructors.
“Thirty more!” the drill instructor barked. “Now!”
I gritted my teeth and pushed through the burn, my breath labored, my muscles screaming. It had been three straight days of relentless physical training—no combat trials, just raw endurance. Sprints over rocky hills, endless circuits of jumps from brutal h
