A rubbery, metallic smell mixed with sweat assaults my nose. I guess introduction for the novices consisted of throwing them into weight training. Or into a forest filled with danger. I press forward without hesitation, making sure to keep my face a devoid of all emotion. They will not break me. Especially not him. The hallway is lined with glass cases filled with golden trophies and photos of previous teams who passed their many different trials throughout the school year. Metal clinks and manly grunts burst from the doorways in no particular order. It’s chaotic, but there’s uniformity to it. It’s almost encouraging, enthralling, maybe even a little compelling. I feel a side of myself awakening to the prospect of pushing my body, of pushing myself to my limit, and then surpassing it. To feel alive and awake. To feel in control and free. My gaze roams through every door, searching for the new sights and sounds and stealing as much information as I can.
What do You think about Everlasting (Night Watchmen, #1)?
