Chapter 11 Training day 1 LUNCH

ZEPHYRA'S POV - Lunch

I collapse on the grass under the old oak tree, my entire body screaming.

Naville brings food—sandwiches, fruit, water. I devour it without tasting, my stomach demanding fuel my exhausted brain can't properly process.

Mid mouthful,

"Is this how y'all trained? "

I question ...