Three weeks of elementary training.
Preparing for a war that would destroy my mate if I didn’t properly prepare her. No, we. If we didn’t properly prepare her.
This was why Zakkai created the original training plan; he knew we had to be harsh on her. But I pushed back.
We couldn’t hold back anymore.
We had to drive her harder. Test her limits. All but destroy her.
Because Constantine would certainly try.
Now I just needed to decide if I was strong enough to do this—strong enough… to hurt my mate.