Chapter 38: The Wolf Who Cried Omen - Part 1

***ANGELINA’S POV***

A quick sprint to start because we are all eager and then my training kicks in. Steady my breathing. In through my nose, keep my pace even, out through my mouth. Keep your hands even, don’t flail them about.

Don’t think too much about your footing, just let your legs flow as you keep moving.

I see a few of my classmates near me, doing a buddy system jog. Those are fun until one person decides they can’t go on and then the other quits because they don’t want to run alone.

Then you got the boy, it’s always the boys who joke about. Bumping into each other. Making jokes about who is faster, who is going to beat the other. Until one of them sprints off to show up his buddies and shows off for the girls.

And then one of two things happens. One he trips over something, or runs into something. Or two, runs out of breath and can’t keep that pace up.

Boys hate losing.

And then there are training junkies like me. Who know how to pace themselves. How to watch the ground but