***Brandon***
Lifting my arms above my head, feeling the pull of my skin across my chest, it does not hurt now, just still somewhat tight. I'm still sporting a nasty-looking scar. It's rough when I run my finger over it. At first, it would piss me off seeing it. However, now I let that anger settle and let that scar remind me of what I need to do still and what I took to finish what I started when I set out to find her, and it also reminds me not to forget how quickly things can change and how much I need to be on my toes.
Dropping my arms, I continue my stretches so I can move on to my warm-up, and I plan to push myself a little farther today with the training. My strength is returning, which im happy about, but I have been working on other things so that when I face that Alpha again,
