Chapter 70

ROWAN

Thirteen years ago.

“Again!”

The voice of my father boomed as I stood in nothing but boxers, in a forest covered with snow. Kael and I were just twelve years old, shivering to our teeth, our hands sore and bloody from hitting trees.

Kael might have hesitated a little too much because the next thing I heard was the hot lashing of my father's belt landing on his back.

A scream pierced the cold