Games

Chapter 17 - Games

Penelope

My body hurt, muscles I didn't even know existed ached, and I knew they would return with a vengeance come morning. My wolf healing could only work so fast while I worked myself to the brink of exhaustion.

My fingertips were raw from shooting arrow after arrow at the targets before me. The skin was angry and red; every time I released an arrow, the wounds would reopen, making me hiss from the stinging pain.

Shooting a gun and hitting the center of a target every time was a walk in a park compared to this. Everything that came with being good at archery came from years of practice, and I definitely didn't have that training.

Not yet, anyway.

"Focus, Penelope. Calm your breathing and keep your eye on the target. Hold your arm steady." I adjusted my grip and tightened my fingers around the wooden bow. I drew back the arrow with my right hand lining it up with my ear as I peered down the bow at the target that was in front of me.

If the target were alive,