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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.”

sports, what with being locked away in a pack that didn’t see any point

knowing any excuses will only earn me

plants her hands on her hips, glaring at Jericho. “Well, excuse us for not being born with an innate knowledge of track and field. How about you enlighten us instead of

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

I

keep count.”

ache just thinking about it. But I straighten my spine, determined not to

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I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “Twelve laps

it is.”

flickering in his eyes. “Good. Now get

into step beside me as we start our first lap. The sun beats down on us, the air thick with humidity, but

survived.

Stronger.

want to be

on

again.

even though we’ve gone

five feet.

in what little

she pants, her face

into

not enough coming

in Westwood

human, anyway.”

against the

want a water break,

our feet hit

booms from behind us. “You call

could

for

and I push myself harder, gasping at

effortless.

diaphragm, not your chest. And land on the balls of your feet,

it easier.”

does nothing, because he doesn’t even look at me to appreciate it. I adjust my breathing and stride, surprised to find it

I’m starting to like him,” I mutter.

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But… I think he might actually be

bursts from me, and Jericho’s head snaps