Tangled
Chapter 98
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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.”
much opportunity for extracurricular sports, what with being locked away in a pack that didn’t see any point in allowing any enrichment in my life.
knowing any excuses will only earn
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
laugh, shaking his head. –“Fair enough. Twelve laps around this track is roughly five miles. And before you ask, yes, I expect you
I
keep count.”
eye the track, the red rubber seeming to stretch on forever. Twelve laps. My legs ache just thinking about it. But I straighten my spine, determined not to show weakness.
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my voice steadier than
it is.”
eyes. “Good. Now get to it. I’ll
sun beats down on us, the air thick with humidity, but
survived.
Stronger.
to be stronger.
on anyone for
again.
dying” Lisa moans, even though we’ve gone maybe
five feet.
my lungs burning as they expand to hold in what little
is inhuman,” she pants, her face flushed.
into
not enough coming
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human, anyway.”
and the pounding of our feet against the track. I stumble. She stumbles. It’s inelegant and I’m starting to think she’s
a water break, and it’s only
feet hit the
behind us. “You call that
My grandmother could
dead for a decade.”
and I push myself harder, gasping at the effort. Jericho catches
effortless.
chest. And land on the balls of your feet,
it easier.”
doesn’t even look at me to appreciate it. I adjust my breathing
starting to like him,”
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But… I think
and Jericho’s
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