chapter 38

Weeks and weeks of pain-inducing training, feverish heat on blistering cold days and hurt so strong that it could make a grown man scream. Josh could no longer take this disguised abuse, every moment spent with either pair of vampires tugging tears from the depths of his dried reservoir.

Time and time again has he been tossed to the ground like some spineless rag doll, his head bouncing off the floors and his spine crying in sweet anguish. His skin, his feet, his everything, screamed in bloody agony as he pushed himself up, dusting his hair from all the grass.

He bleakly looked up at the psychotic duo that was Amber and Bianca, both chatting away with not a care in the world. Amber’s laughter almost mocking to his lesser form. He couldn’t take this anymore. Why did he have to train? God knows why a weak and feeble creature, or so they have called, would need to go through this obvious waste of time.

For Alex it was understandable, he was a pureblood