I cannot feel my legs.
My chest is so tight it feels like it is closing in on itself.
I cannot breathe.
Dying would honestly be simpler.
Seven miles down and I have no idea how I am going to find three more. Most of the other women have probably finished by now. With Sean I can hit the five mile mark in fifteen minutes, which means ten miles should take thirty. Werewolf speed helps with that. But I still had three miles left and the twenty-five minute mark was coming up fast.
Being a werewolf is one thing but running in human form is another. The other girls would clear this in twenty minutes without much trouble, their training far ahead of mine. My wolf would take over without hesitation if I let her, but the instruction was human only, so human it stays. Which honestly is fine by me.
Come on. Two more miles. You can do it. My wolf pushed me forward.
