ZORA

My breath came in short. I had been running for over two hours now, who knew the field would be this long and I was just on my thirtieth lap.

Wesley had been watching me like an eagle from the sidelines, following his master's instructions.

I paused to catch my breath, keeling over and panting. My muscles feel like they are on fire.

"Here," someone said behind me, offering a cup of water.

I took it and drank greedily, grateful for the water.

I turned back to thank whoever it was and ...