Part of the Pack
"Come on... Just... One... More..." Saliva erupts in a fountain from your lips as you sputter through your last rep, the grips of the metal bar indenting in the skin of your hands. With one last burst of energy, you manage to push the barbell up off your chest and onto the rack before collapsing on the bench, sweat dripping from your face. "One hundred thirty five pounds... Finally hit one plate!" you sigh to yourself, rolling off the side of the black cushioned bench and stumbling to your feet. After a brief stretch, you make your way to the bucket of sanitary wipes in the corner and grab a few, stopping in your tracks as the front door of the gym opens. The wipes in your hand begin to drip down your arm as you stare at what appears to be a werewolf girl strolling through without a care in the world, gym bag slung over her shoulder. "Hey, all!" she calls out, tossing her bag to the girl behind the counter and weaving between the workout stations. Turn...

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