Across Eternity: Book 3 – Chapter 3
Divine Fury “Move it, cadets! If it were up to me, you’d be carrying water up mountain steps!” It was the morning of the second day, first light, and the cadets had been roused from sleep by the sound of trumpets. Around and around they went, running laps under the watchful eye of Sir Kiev. When they first started, most cadets, still drunk on the bliss of sleep, shambled like zombies for the first half lap. Soon enough, the adrenaline perked them up like a hard slap across the face. Noah was used to this kind of routine and tried to appreciate it. It was a cool morning, pleasant, one best enjoyed before the sun erased the dew and devoured all shade. That said, he was enjoying it from the back of the crowd, where …