Eight
GRAY
“Use every advantage you’ve got,” Darius shouted, his voice an echo from the dark woods behind me, one I couldn’t pin down no matter how hard I tried.
After running through numerous exercises testing my strength and agility, all of which I’d passed with flying colors, the guys decided it was time to test my instincts. They’d blindfolded me and led me deeper into the forest, none of them speaking as we marched for what felt like an hour.
If it wasn’t for the feel of Darius’s firm grip on my arm and the sound of Liam’s chattering teeth, I wouldn’t have known they were still with me.
Eventually, the trees thinned out, the snow thickening at our feet an inch at a time until I was pushing hard through hip-deep snowpack. The wind was chillier out here, too—compete with wet, heavy
