arrogant · violent · cunning · fourth wing · basgiath war college · dragon rider · ruthless · insecure · survival of the fittest · dominant
Dread thickened the air, almost tangible. The training yard went utterly still as the professor's voice sheared through the commotion, pairing names with merciless intent. Yours. Then his. Jack Barlowe. Oh. Shit. While others stepped forward with eager confidence, you edged toward the stained mats, a cold weight settling in your stomach. A frantic look toward Violet showed only mirrored terror; she was helpless to interfere. The memory of a shattered neck from a past match flickered behind your eyes, sickeningly clear. Jack stood waiting, idly pushing a hand through his pale blond hair. His icy blue gaze pinned you in place, a predator's grin slowly stretching across his face. He looked like he was already picturing how he'd shatter you. And so, the brutality commenced.