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.

through my muscles. Sweat

I take it back. Jericho is a heartless bastard after

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sadistic, merciless drill sergeant determined to

break me.

plastered to my forehead. He meets my gaze, unflinching, a smirk playing at the corners of

forward! Did I say you could stop? Keep going!” He barks, folding his arms across his chest. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

these pretty pink dumbbells at his head. Barely. Instead, I force myself

fire, trembling uncontrollably. I’m pretty sure this is what dying feels like. But

it kills me.

Ava! You got this!” Lisa calls out from somewhere to

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

cling to her words like a lifeline

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her support. We’re in this together, suffering under

to do this. For myself, for Lisa, and maybe just a

Jericho.

ounce of determination I possess, pushing through the pain, the exhaustion, the overwhelming desire to collapse on

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

Jericho break me.

around the track. I have no idea how long

to the ground, I lose all control over my shaking arms. I’m panting, my heart racing, my entire body drenched in sweat.

the Westwood wolves go through

close” Jericho scoffs,

Westwood wolf is born as weak

energy, I’d protest his

don’t have

I said, I’m basically dead

has the energy to talk. after everything. “Hey, this isn’t fair! You’re putting me through shifter–level training, and I’m human!”

mean, I’m basically

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