Chapter 18 Good TasteCALLUM POV
"Goddamn it!" Xander curses after trippinover a tree root forbout the seventh time since we started on the trails. It s darker than it usually is when we come out to train, but Drake and I ain t havinno trouble, and our eyes work same as Xander s. He just ain t awake yet, not that I blame him; it s real early, way earlier n Xander likes to be outta bed.
"Tell me again, Lover Boy, why we re out here so f*****g early?" Xander demands, glaring at Drake as we jog along our usual trail, the one that leads to the field where we can actually train, without havinto pretend to be normal humans.
"I thought it d be a nice change of pace," Drake answers with forced brightness, but he ain t foolinno one; he s on high alert, scanninthe trail and the forest for any sign
