A Fatal Provocation

CALLIOPE POV

"Attack me."

Draven’s command rings out across the dusty training ring. His voice drips with sheer arrogance. He does not even bother to adopt a fighting stance. He just stands there, his massive chest rising and falling, waiting for me to make a fool of myself. The midday sun beats down on us, casting harsh shadows over the dirt. The rest of the pack halts their own drills to watch