As dawn broke, I woke with the sun barely shining through my window, every muscle aching. I forced myself out of bed, dressed, and headed downstairs to fill my water bottle before slipping quietly out the back door, not wanting to wake anyone.
I started jogging through the woods, every muscle screaming at me to stop, but I refused. After half an hour, I reached an old training clearing—now overgrown and forgotten. Talon was already there, waiting.
“Right on time.” He said.
“Just like every morning.” I replied.
“Ready for this?”
“Nope. But if I don’t get this under control, they’ll throw me out of the pack.”
“Exactly. Let’s get started.”
We began with basic werewolf training. I still hid how strong I really was, pretending those past fights were flukes. Talon couldn’t know the truth—
