As Stephen settled back into his seat, he found himself staring down at his own fist, examining the redness blooming across his knuckles, the faint throbbing beneath the skin. He flexed his hand slowly, feeling the lingering sting from those last three blows he'd delivered. Even through the ache, he couldn't help the flicker of satisfaction running through him as he reflected on the fight.
This had been his first real test since forming the Vow and awakening his new power.
And while Joe, Na, and even Wolf had adapted quickly to their own transformations, Stephen had struggled the most in learning how to access and control his ability. His Vow was tied to speed, a gift that should have been perfect for a man who once built his entire life around timing, precision, and movement.
Yet mastering it was far more complicated than he had expected.
The truth was, Stephen couldn't move his entire body at enhanced speed. Not yet.
