"Training ground. Now."
Rika's voice cut through my spiral of guilt and self-pity.
"I don't think I should—"
"I don't give a s**t what you think. You want to survive, or do you want to lie down and die?"
Her words stung. But she was right.
I followed her to the training pit. A few pack members were already there, watching.
"Same rules as always," Rika said, wrapping her hands. "Hit me like you mean it."
We started circling each other. But I felt off. Shaky. The emotional breakdown from earlier had left me drained.
Rika came at me fast. I barely blocked her first punch.
"Where's that freak strength yesterday now?" she taunted, throwing another combination.
I stumbled backward. My vision was starting to blur.
"Come on!" she shouted. "Fight back!"
I tried. But my body felt like it
