5-1: Jane

Harry was lying on his back, his lungs were on fire, and he was coughing from the heavy impacts on his ribs. He turned over onto his stomach, propped up on his elbows, and spat blood into the dusty dirt of the vacant lot behind the Crossroad Café.

"I think that's enough for tonight. A year that I've been training you, and you're nothing like you were when I said I'd take care of you," Wayne said warmly as he pulled on his red and white plaid shirt.

Harry let his forehead fall to the floor.

With every exhale he made, dust rose from his nostrils and his eyes burned from the intense perspiration of physical exertion.

"I know I can do more, Alpha Wayne," Harry said before grunting under the pain. The healing power of his wolf was in full swing, and the now nineteen-year-old could feel his ribs repairing and repositioning themselves in his rib cage.

"Oh, I'm sure you can do more. But there's no need. You gave us a hell of a hand during the harvest. The omeg