Layla’s POV
“Pick up the pace! Move it!” The command splits the morning air, followed by the crack of thunder as rain pelts down on us. I push off with the rest of the warriors, the sounds of boots pounding on the ground. Several of the men shift, their wolves darting ahead as we weave through the forest.
Mud flies.
The pace picks up.
The rain makes it hard to see, and I nearly trip over a root even though this path is familiar to me.
Laughter echoes around me, and I shoot a glare at Kellan and the other men who are still near me.
“You sure you don’t want to give up?” He asks, shoving my shoulder.
My foot slips, and the ground shifts beneath my feet, the mug giving way. I scramble to grab onto something to keep myself from falling, but even as my fingers circle around a root,
