Chapter 98: Ava: Life in Westwood (III)

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."