Seventy Three

Cian

Sweat dripped down my face and spine as I pushed my body to its breaking point. I slammed a massive log onto the chopping block before bringing my ax down and splitting the piece with such force each half was launched across the small clearing I’d made my own. I’d been at it for hours, giving up on the gym after I broke three of the machines. They didn’t provide enough of a challenge, and the forest was better suited to me anyway.

The music I’d selected matched my mood. Frustrated. Tense. Driving me on and fueling my workout until I was a man possessed. The speaker...