I had been growing more and more angry over the past few days. I could barely contain my frustration at myself for being still so damn weak despite working out like crazy. Being abandoned by Nyx, and also being ignored and avoided by Alpha Anders didn't help either. This was starting to make it hard to concentrate during training and Bjorn began to get more and more irritated with me.
"Get up, mouse." He growled at me, using the insulting nickname he had grown fond of using to embarrass me.
He had made me carry a bag of sand on my back, under the pouring rain, until my legs eventually gave up under the weight. Instead of quickly complying like I always did, I glared back at him, holding his gaze defiantly.
"No."
His voice got scarily quiet as he repeated:
"No?"
I ignored the warnin
