I can't feel my legs.
My chest is so tight I think it might constrict on itself.
I can't breathe.
I think dying would be easier.
I've run 7 miles and I do not know how I am going to do the next 3. Most of the other females are no doubt finished by now. With Sean, I can accomplish the 5-mile mark in 15 minutes so, in theory, I would complete 10 in 30 minutes. Thanks to being a werewolf, we were fast predators. But I still had 3 miles to go, and I was approaching the 25-minute mark.
I may be a werewolf and it comes naturally, but I'm not strong enough as a human. The other girls would finish this in 20 minutes easily, being better trained than me. My wolf would happily take over, but we are told no wolf, so human me it is. Which I'm okay with to be fair.
'Come on, you can do it. Two more to go.' My wolf's voice encourages me on.
I'll show them all that I can run it, despite their concern for me. I was a strong wolf-my mind was made up. I may look feeble, but I was determined.
