BROWS puckered Belle continue punching. Every hit was powered with anger and impatience.
The punching bag silently received every hit.
With a scream, she gave the bag a roundhouse kick. When her feet settled on the ground, the punching bag bounced on the wall with a hole in its middle.
That was the third one she destroyed this week.
“I’ve been wanting you to train when you were younger. I never thought to see you doing it for hours almost every day.”
Panting, she turned to her mother. She removed the gloves from her hand. She could feel the sweat pouring from her face and back.
Belle has been spending most of her time in the Metis pack territory. She chose to stay in the pack since there are moments when she was unable to control her vampire side.
Her eyes turned crimson wheneve
