The celebration of the beginning of phase two rages down the hall, but I’m not interested in taking part in the festivities. The idea of letting loose right now just feels so wrong after seeing what we're up against.
After turning the photo of Marcus Draven into a pile of thinly shredded strips of paper, I ran drills with the simulation wolves for an hour, before running on the treadmill for another hour.
My muscles ached in the best way, and it feels cathartic. I miss running the perimeter of Crimson River. I miss training my warriors. I miss home.
It’s a strange feeling, missing something you never thought you would or could, but being away from everything that you knew and loved so much leaves this undeniable emptiness within you.
I even miss Wes.
He’s texted me a few mor
