“Move it, Aleera! Twenty laps, now!” Tobias roars behind me.
Despite not wanting to run, my feet start moving, the rocks digging into my feet painfully. It doesn’t take long for the men to lap me. Around a hundred or so pass me, shoving me as they do. What the heck is their problem? I don’t even know them, and they take no care when they come too close.
“Aleera!” I hear Zac’s voice behind me making me look over my shoulder in time to see him running straight at me. I try to step out of his way when he drops his shoulder and barrels straight into me, diverting slightly off track to hit me deliberately.
My body flies across the gravel, and I skid and roll across it, feeling like I’m being skinned alive. My face burns as it comes in contact with the ground. The hand I used to try and bra
