Ivy's POV
"Move it!" I shouted over my shoulder, growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of progress these women had shown over the past weeks. "Pick up the pace!"
I maintained a steady lead as we ran around the track, deliberately holding back my natural speed. Fiona and Cecilia struggled at the rear, already several loops behind. Under normal circumstances, I would have lapped them at least three times by now. The situation was absurd, especially considering I still couldn't fully access my wolf abilities.
Soon Ivy. Soon. Killian's reassuring voice echoed in my mind as I finished my final lap, breathing heavily.
I walked to the water cooler, grabbed a bottle, and began stretching while waiting for the others. Dropping to the ground, I leaned forward to stretch my hamstrings. Suddenly Nancy collapsed beside me.
"Ivy, you're killing us," she complained between heavy breaths.
I looked up, genuinely surprised. "You finished first."
