Five years later.
I stop, panting. I place my hands on my knees to catch my breath.
“Rachel! Are you alright?” Suma comes running up next to me. He’s a bit older than I am, and a lot stronger.
“Yeah, I’m just catching my breath.”
“Don’t push yourself.” He says.
“I need to get stronger. I need to keep going.” I take off running again. Suma runs after me. After I got attacked by the rogue, my parents sheltered me. It took me a few months to fully recover, and when I did I was ready to get out there a build up my strength again, but my parents kept me from training. They kept a close eye on me any time I left the pack house. Finally I put up such a fit that they got someone to watch over me, Suma.
At least after that I could leave without them pestering me and watching my every move.
