Tangled

105 Ava: Training (II)

Halfway around the track, Jericho pops up again.

There’s never been a person I’ve love–hated as much as him, and I have a fucked up family that inspires all kinds of hate to go with the love a family shares.

“What,” I grunt as I lunge forward, stretching my legs and dipping down with my wildly weak arms. They’re beyond trembling. They’re like jello, and I can barely raise the dumbbells from my sides.

But I don’t stop.

“Straighten your back,” Jericho growls, eyeing my pose critically. “Keep your core tight.”

I adjust my stance, trying to maintain balance as my leg muscles quiver. Jericho grunts, apparently finding my form acceptable, before shoving something at me.

“Here. Two pound dumbbells. Never had to start someone so low before.”

I glance down at the weights, surprised to see they’re a cute, bright pink color. They look pristine, like they’ve never been touched.

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“Did you have someone buy these for me?” The question slips out before I can stop myself.

Jericho’s eyes narrow. “None of your business,” he barks, turning on his heel and storming off towards Lisa, who’s struggling through her own set of lunges.

I can’t help but giggle–in my head, because I have no breath to spare–as I continue the exercise, the small weights clutched in my hands. Despite Jericho’s gruff demeanor, the fact that he went out of his way to get these for me sends a unexpected wave of warmth through my chest.

It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Beneath his tough exterior, maybe Jericho isn’t quite as cold as he

seems.

“Lift those arms higher, Grey! You think this is a game?” Jericho’s voice cuts through my momentary warmth like a knife.

grit my teeth, forcing my arms up despite the burn radiating through my muscles. Sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes. The weights feel

take it back. Jericho is a heartless

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sadistic, merciless drill sergeant determined

break me.

my forehead. He meets my gaze, unflinching, a

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head. Barely. Instead, I force myself to continue, each lift sending fresh shockwaves of agony through my body.

trembling uncontrollably. I’m pretty sure this is what dying feels like. But I won’t give Jericho the

if it

on, Ava! You got this!” Lisa calls out from

too. Poor Lisa. She’s struggling as much as I am.

cling to her words like a lifeline

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support. We’re in this together, suffering under Jericho’s tyrannical

this. For myself, for

Jericho.

through the pain, the exhaustion, the overwhelming desire to collapse on

battle, a war waged against my own limitations. But I keep

Jericho break me.

around the track. I have no idea how long it’s

weights to the ground, I lose all control over my shaking

Westwood wolves go through this level of hell?

close” Jericho

“Not a single Westwood wolf is

I’d protest his cruel words.

I don’t have

said, I’m

how she still has the energy to talk. after everything. “Hey,

I’m basically human

his breath, just loud enough for us to hear. “Please. These are conditions for a human baby, and