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.”

for extracurricular sports, what with being locked away in

excuses will

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

Jericho might actually snap at her. But then he barks out a laugh, shaking his head. –“Fair enough. Twelve laps around this track

I

keep count.”

But I straighten my spine, determined not to show weakness.

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voice steadier

it is.”

something akin to approval flickering in his eyes. “Good. Now get to it. I’ll

beside me as we start our first lap. The sun beats down on us, the air thick

survived.

Stronger.

want to be stronger.

depend on anyone for rescue,

again.

moans, even though we’ve

five feet.

in a breath, my lungs burning as they expand to hold in what little air I manage to gather. “Come on,

she pants, her face

into a wheeze. Too much

enough coming in.

in

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 right

want a water break, and it’s only

since our feet hit the track.

behind

My grandmother could outpace

dead for

gasping at the effort. Jericho catches up,

effortless.

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

it easier.”

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

I’m starting to like him,”

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snorts. “I hate him. But… I think he might actually be good deep down.”

me, and Jericho’s

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