***11 YEARS LATER***“Come on, Ainsley, one more set of burpees.”“Grandpa, I’m going to be late for school!” I groan, standing up from my last set of push-ups.“Well, then you should’ve woken up on time.” He scolds. “We will have to work on hand-to-hand combat when you get home. I think a little target practice with the throwing knives, too.”He never takes it easy on me. It’s worse when I wake up late. He trains me at home because he says I will learn more from him than the pack trainers since kids under eighteen don’t get weapons training on pack territory.“Ugh, fine.” I grunt into the first jump of the burpee set.When he’s satisfied that my arms and legs are gelatinous, I bolt upstairs to get a shower. It’s the last day of finals week for my Junior year. I know training is important, but so is passing Organic Chemistry.I grab leggings, a pink and orange tie-dye cropped sweatshirt, and a pair of trainers. I put on a little mascara and lip gloss and take a last look in the mirror
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