Chapter Twenty - Prison life
A week had passed since Delta Sigma had become her monitor. Laurel collapsed after the sixtieth pushup.
What was going on in her head when she thought drills would equal training? They were only torture.
Still, that was all. No beating or emotional abuse, just drills and extreme exercises day in and day out.
They increased her strength and endurance one way or the other, no matter how back breaking, literally, they were. She forced herself off the ground and dragged herself to her bed.
Sigma left recently to get her brunch while his personal guard, the shy warrior that had guarded her earlier, watched her to be sure she made exactly sixty pushups. She later learnt his name was Dylan.
The news she heard a week ago about the Lycan Packs Meeting still haunted her while her brain worked out a plan.
