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 pours

it back. Jericho is

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sadistic, merciless drill sergeant

break me.

gaze, unflinching, a smirk playing at the corners

you could stop? Keep going!” He barks, folding his arms across his chest. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website

resist the urge to throw one of these pretty pink dumbbells at his head. Barely. Instead, I force myself to continue, each lift sending fresh

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

if it kills

Lisa calls out from somewhere to

yells at her, too. Poor Lisa. She’s struggling as

words like a

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We’re in this together, suffering under Jericho’s tyrannical rule. United in our misery.

do this. For myself, for

Jericho.

I possess, pushing through the pain, the exhaustion, the overwhelming desire to collapse on the ground

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

Jericho break me.

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

the ground, I lose all control over my shaking arms. I’m panting,

go through this level

close” Jericho scoffs, answering mv

a single Westwood wolf is born as weak as

the energy, I’d protest his

don’t

said, I’m basically

energy to talk. after everything. “Hey, this isn’t fair! You’re putting me through

mean, I’m basically human

are conditions for a