By the time we exit the training room, Vanessa and Marcus have to hold me up to walk in a straight line.
It isn't the type of exhaustion where my muscles are sore and stretched and tired after running or doing a thousand squats. It's more like the energy in my body has bled away, leaving me so weak that my muscles can no longer function properly.
When exercising, you can kind of feel good about your exertion. The pain and exhaustion comes with a sense of accomplishment.
This?
It just feels like I'm a wet dish rag wrung out one too many times.
The water's gone, and now I'm going to float away on the next strong breeze.
Ava! Where did you go?
Selene's panic is so explosive in my head that my legs buckle, even with the support of two shifters.
Long story. Training room. Magic place. My body's dead. Training sucks.
