20 Chapter 20: Girl talk

"Oh geez, this sucks," Charley grunted with the effort it took to try and keep up with Cat in the gym room or as the gang nicknamed it, the "Torture Chamber."

Maccon Manor truly did have everything, and the Torture Chamber was proof. Cat's father would have never allowed them to build this while he was alive. Gyms were for normals.

This was like having a private YMCA. It was a good thing, too. Werewolves were hard on equipment. Besides, it wasn't easy trying to expel all that supernatural energy in a public gym. What with the pesky business of having to keep what they were secret and all.

The Torture Chamber eliminated the need for that. It was equipped with an indoor track, Olympic sized swimming pool with all-natural salt filtration system, free weights, three separate power racks, special made cast iron eights and kettle bells from twenty to four hundred pounds, a rock wall, monster truck sized tires to pull or lift, a row of punching bags, and top of the line fitness machines.