Flic POV
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Flic was dying. She was sure of it. Her chest wheezed for breath, while each cell of her body cried out for rest. She was face down, soft green grass tickling her skin but doing little else to help her recover. A heavy groan released from her throat, echoed by those around her. She didn’t remember training ever being that hard. When Red Moon wolves trained, they really went for it. Her only saving grace was that the other warriors around her were also laying in some form of defeated position. She hadn’t expected the groups of warriors to be at her level, but she had been told that they were new recruits mainly from the pack that recently amalgamated with Red Moon.
It was relief that she wouldn’t be completely outperformed by everyone around her, but in their current state
