After Kael left the training ground, he went straight home.

He didn't stop to speak to anyone. He didn't slow his steps. He just walked, his thoughts so loud in his head that he could barely think straight.

When he eventually reached his room, he shut the door behind him and finally exhaled.

He sat heavily on the edge of his bed and dragged both hands over his face, rubbing hard as a low groan left his throat.

"What the hell is wrong with me," he asked himself as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face again as if he just wanted to wipe his thoughts...