Scarred by fate
I ask, sizing up the first challenge.
Baxter chuckles. “Just try to get through it.”
Okay, that feels patronizing! Challenge accepted.
I approach the starting line, rolling my shoulders as I prepare. The first task is a run up a telegraph pole, which, thankfully, has notches cut into it for grip. It’s slick and steep, leading to a narrow balance beam that connects to a scramble net. Above the net, a platform looms with monkey bars dangling high overhead. The rest of the course stretches beyond, a series of ropes, walls, and god-knows-what designed to break even the strongest wolf.
Hot Chapters