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After several rounds of Jericho demanding we attack him, only for us to end up on the ground with new bruises every time, I collapse onto the dusty ground, chest heaving, lungs screaming for air. Sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes. Lisa lies beside me, equally drenched, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jericho looms over us, his scarred face impassive.

“Pathetic. You’d be dead the moment a wolf looked at

you wrong.”

I glare up at him, too winded to retort. He jerks his head, motioning for us to rise. “On your feet. Follow

me.”

-Somehow, I stagger upright, my muscles trembling with exhaustion. Lisa groans as she pushes herself up, her face flushed and hair plastered to her forehead.

Jericho leads us to the track, his stride purposeful. “You’re so weak, you’d probably break your necks running through the woods. From now on, five miles around this track every morning.”

I gape at him, but he’s not finished. He rattles off a list

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of exercises–push–ups, sit–ups, something called burpees, some lunges that I’m not entirely certain how to do without a visual–that we’ll be doing daily to

build strength. Lisa makes a noise of despair beside

1. me.

Jericho’s piercing gaze finds mine. “Alpha Westwood will be gone at least another month dealing with the Blackwood situation. Don’t expect him to swoop in and

save you.”

Something hot and defiant rises in my chest. I lift my chin, meeting his stare head–on. “I wouldn’t want to be saved anyway.”

For the first time, a hint of a smile tugs at Jericho’s lips. “You’ve got guts, girl. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

-Lisa stares at the track, dejection dripping from her pores. “How many times do we have to go around for five miles?”

I shrug, just as clueless. “No idea.”

Jericho scoffs, his lip curling in disdain, I’m starting to think that’s his default look. “Unbelievable. You two are so sheltered you don’t even know how to track

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distance.”

away in a pack that

knowing any excuses will only earn me another scathing

at Jericho. “Well, excuse us for not being born with an innate knowledge of

her. But then he barks out a laugh, shaking his head. –“Fair enough. Twelve laps around this track is roughly five miles. And before

I

keep count.”

it. But I straighten my spine, determined not to show weakness. If this is what it takes to become strong enough to protect myself, then so be

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my voice steadier than I feel. “Twelve laps

it is.”

akin to approval flickering in his eyes. “Good. Now get to

The sun beats down on us, the air thick with humidity, but I push through the discomfort. Each step, each breath, is a reminder

survived.

Stronger.

want to

want to depend on anyone for

again.

dying” Lisa moans, even though

five feet.

a breath, my lungs burning as they expand to hold in what little air I manage

she pants,

me, turning into

used not enough coming

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human, anyway.”

breathing and the pounding of our feet against the track. I

water break, and

our feet hit

voice booms from behind us. “You call that

My grandmother could outpace you,

been dead for a decade.”

gasping at the effort. Jericho catches

effortless.

your chest. And land on the balls of

it easier.”

doesn’t even look at me to appreciate it. I adjust my breathing and stride, surprised to find it does help. Beside me, Lisa

think I’m starting to like him,” I mutter.

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But… I think he might

and Jericho’s head snaps