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Chapter Fifteen
Light was just peeking through the curtains of the pack house, and I groan as I sit up, rubbing my eyes before glancing at the clock on the table beside me that told me I had fifteen minutes to get to morning training. Yelping loudly, I jump out of bed, throwing on some lycra shorts and a sports bra before pulling my hair up into a messy bun and spraying some deodorant under my arms. High tailing it into the bathroom, I brush my teeth, using the facilities before running out of my room, my trainers in my hand, down the stairs and out into the morning sunshine. I race over to the group of people already stretching, muttering an apology to our lead trainer as I pass, earning myself a disapproving look. Yeah, Dorian does not like tardiness and I wince at the thought of how many extra laps
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