Flynn
"Heads!" Jake called out just before a sand bag came flying towards my face. I ducked, narrowly missing the missile.
"Jake, what the f**k?!" I moaned.
"Sorry, I lost my grip!" He shrugged his shoulders before continuing to throw the sandbags into a pile. It was a new drill that my Dad had us doing for warrior training. It was hard. We had to move sandbags from one pile to another. Once we had finished moving our pile, the next person had to move it further down the line. The first line to move their sandbags from the start to the finish, get to go home early. If only that applied to me, as the future Alpha, I had to do extra training at the end anyway.
Jake threw his last sandbag down and laid on the floor dramatically.
"You're up!" he puffed.
I grunted as I lifted the first
