The next morning, I woke up to find Axel had disappeared. As I headed downstairs to grab a cup of coffee, I heard cheers coming from outside, reminding me of Axel’s words: “I’m training Stefan personally.”
“He better f*****g not be,” I muttered, my heart racing as I raced to the training field. A guard attempted to stop me, but I pushed past him, urgency driving my every step.
When I arrived, a crowd had gathered, and I fought my way to the front, my worst fears laid bare before me: there was Stefan, bloodied and beaten on the ground, with Axel standing over him, looking unrecognizable and almost frenzied.
I tried to step in, grabbing Axel's arm in an attempt to pull him away, but he seemed completely unaware of my presence. As I positioned myself in front of Stefan, Axel's fist coll
