(Lena's POV).
I panted, my lungs burning as I vaulted over a jagged mound of rocks, barely avoiding a pit of quicksand that had claimed the girl ahead of me just moments earlier.
The stench of sweat, mud, and tension clung to the air. My legs were screaming, but I had no time to listen. Not with Chanel right behind me.
"You look tired, sweetheart," Chanel taunted, her voice barely winded.
I glanced over my shoulder to see her sneering, her black braid whipping behind her as she gained.
"Save your breath, Chanel," I snapped back, dodging a swinging spiked log by dropping flat against the dirt.
The log missed me by a hair's breadth, thudding against a tree with a bone-rattling crash. My heart punched my ribs, but I kept moving.
She laughed behind me, but the next second, she lun
