The creaking from the chains giving her only small satisfaction. Agilely she spun again, bringing her fist dead centre sending the bag swinging in the opposite direction. Sweat slipped down her forehead as she reached out to catch the returning sack. Grabbing her water bottle she downed half in one go, the thirst a result of an intense workout for the past two hours. Breathing hard she stopped to look at her reflection. Her long black hair pulled up in a ponytail clung to her head, blue eyes vivid with energy. At five foot four she was the smallest of the organisation but that did not make her the weakest, far from it. She had to work really hard over these past two years to establish her rightful place in the shifter security team. She had never belonged to a pack for many years, always going from town to town trying to find her calling, or whatever the hell that meant. Rummaging in her bag she pulled out a white towel and wiped it across her neck. The contact reminding her of the day two years ago when she had come too close to being bound for life, claimed as it were amongst her kind.
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