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... 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 ...
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