I wiped sweat from my face and kept running the eastern perimeter trail. The scouts had stopped asking why I did this every morning. They just fell in.
"You're slowing down, old man," Jacob yelled from behind me right before I deliberately sped up enough to make him regret opening his mouth.
Boots pounded against dirt behind me as the three of them tried keeping pace.
Kitana swore. Mike laughed like a psychopath. And I kept running.
Cold morning air hit my face while the eastern trees blurred past. Graymoor's perimeter had become routine for me over the last few days. Scouts were used to seeing me out here before sunrise now.
The medic was annoyingly fascinated by it. Apparently someone who'd spent a decade trapped in supernatural limbo wasn't supposed to recover this quickly.
Unfortunate for everyone involved, I'd always been difficult.
"Jesus Christ," Jacob muttered behind me. "How are you faster now?"
"Spite," I called back.
