Nine

“Where are the logs I will be moving today?” For the past three days, I had been moving logs and organizing them under the small wooden awning attached to the cabin in the training camp.

“We’re going to make your job a bit harder today,” Xander informed me, and a shiver ran down my spine. What did he plan to do?

When Xander told me I had to either work or leave, fear controlled every cell in my body. I was even scared of asking any question because I had a feeling that if I annoyed him too much, he was going to kick me out. The first time I came to the camp to work, I was frantic and it took every ounce in my body to prevent myself from crying.

When he was cleaning my wound, I was on the edge, because I felt that the safety he provided me with was being stripped away from me and I wanted it so badly. I had to hold onto it tightly. I felt pathetic for crying in front of him, but I couldn't prevent myself from crying. I wasn't do