~Zarek's POV~
Morning came by pretty quickly, and by the time the first cock crowed, I was already at the training ground, punching at everything my hands could touch, slamming and breaking into anything that accidentally crossed my path.
I spent a solid thirty minutes throwing punches at a particular black leather bag, and by the time I finally came up for air, it was beyond broken, it was battered. And my fists were nothing but a bloody mess wrapped in leather clothes.
"I would've asked to spar with you but I suspect that you're in a bad mood. That and the fact that you're usually stronger than I am." Someone said from behind me, momentarily snapping me out of my reverie.
I didn't even need to turn around to know that it was Orion, I snickered; "You could try… I'm in the mood."
That made Orion chuckle nervously, he rounded me slowly to come stand in front of me, his eyes piercing and accessing. He drawled; "I stumbled into Doctor Ava on my way back last night…"
