It’s a brand new say and we're at it again, my left foot is set on the beam I take a moment to look at the swaying levers in front of me, knowing I have only four steps before I reach the first one, I’ve done this eight times and for three days straight, so, of course, I know how many running steps I need before I to get to the ducking and blocking, I just need to time it right. Timing is everything. “Sometime today if you don’t mind” a loud voice calls out and I don’t think, I just move. One, two, three… at the next step I come to a stop after the first lever, the moment the swaying lever passes my face so close I swear I feel it scrap the tip of my nose I speed away. Bypassing the second and third without stopping. After that is the circular contraption, Aka the bane of my existence, I wait a moment, keeping my feet steady on the beam beneath me, and when the time is right and with just enough space for my little body to fit through, I jump through making sure not to look back,

“Let’s go to the den, we can play games there, or would you like to see a movie?” Oliver questions as he leads me out of the kitchen. A movie? A year ago, that would have been a far-fetched concept, we were mostly worried about how we were going to stay hidden and feed ourselves. I smile at him “A movie sound really nice, thanks Oli” Holding my hand, he leads me up the stairs, opening the first door to revile an empty living room. They are large comfy couches and love seats with fluffy pillows, a huge television dominates one wall. “Get comfy” he tosses something small and black at me, I only have a second to catch it against my chest. Before he goes to the popcorn machine and starts it up. Bringing my hand down I see it’s the television remote. I sit on the middle couch, turn on the TV and start going through the available movies. “What should we watch?” I ask out loud, my eyes on the screen. I’m not much of a movie person so most of the movies here are new to me. He shrugs “w

*** After training, before our daily run, Oliver assists me with my assignment, holding my feet to the ground as I pull myself up and down using only my stomach muscles. I take a few minutes to catch my breath before moving to my hands and knees for my push-ups. Knowing I will be too winded to attempt any form of exercise after our twenty-mile run. The run was harder today, I thought I was already getting better at it but at the end of our run, I was hurting. Everywhere. My shoulders ached, arms felt like logs of wood were attached to my shoulders, so heavy. My stomach was killing me I felt like throwing up, and I probably would have if I had any food in my belly, and don’t get me started on my legs. I felt a little bad for Oliver, he had to help me walk back to the lodge, supporting me with an arm around my waist while I sipped out of his bottle of water, seeing as I forgot mine in the main pack house the other day after escaping Zayne. My legs are still trembling as I shower

I freeze at his words. My fingers, my legs, my breath. Even my heart stopped beating. There’s no way he saw me, he is facing away from me, yeah, he’s probably talking to someone else. “I can smell you; you know.” I can hear the amusement in his voice. Shit. Well, that changes things. Thinking of my options, should I turn around and go back to the party, or play it off, like I just stumbled upon him while taking a walk? “I wouldn’t be much of a predator if I don’t notice when I’m being followed” his voice comes again.I grimaced, clenching my eyes. Right. So, he knew I was following him. I scratch my scalp, embarrassed at being caught. Smoothing down the material of my sweater I come out of my hiding place. “I was trying to be quiet "I admit. “I’ll teach you to hunt prey another time” his back is still turned to me, “Though you shouldn’t stalk prey more dominant than you are, or you might find yourself caught in a snare” I stop a few paces beside him where he’s leaning on the

When I wake up Zayne is sitting beside me on the bed like he never left, his fingers caress my hair softly, which is what must have woken me up. I have to blink a few times to focus my gaze, “Hi,” he whispered. “Hi” I replied, it comes out scratchy. He gives me a searching look, “How are you feeling?” At his words, I remember how I got here, here being Zayne’s bedroom, me laying in his bed. I remember what happened last night. I blink slowly, feeling like I’ve been asleep for days. I sit up, running the fingers of my right hand through my hair. “Fine, I’m fine” I sighed. “How long have I been asleep?” “Hours, you looked really tired” I shake my head to clear it a bit before looking at the window, though heavy drapes prevent the sun from coming in, it is bright out, past noon already. “Shit" my head falls in my hands "I’m late for practice, I have to go” I try to rise, but I will only have enough time to run back to the lodge and get changed into something practical, no time f