***Freya***
My bare feet pound against the dry, unforgiving ground as I weave through the dense forest, my breath coming in steady but measured bursts. This is one of my favourite ways to train—challenging, exhilarating, and just enough of a thrill to make it fun.
Tracker training. And I’m the target.
I glance over my shoulder, scanning for any sign of pursuit. Nothing. Good. I pivot sharply, doubling back for a few strides before shifting direction again, hoping to throw my tracker off. The less predictable I am, the better my chances of getting farther before he closes in.
The trees blur as I sprint forward, emerging into a clearing. A well-worn track runs along the edge of the tree line, and I follow it for a few seconds before spotting a massive fallen tree just off the path. Witho
