Agony fell short; she was shattered.
Charlotte, a werewolf, endured relentless abuse, leaving her utterly fractured. Austin, her supposed mate, subjected her to constant mistreatment and even infidelity.
In a daring escape, she fled, only to encount...
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Fighting against an overseas-trained werewolf? The odds of winning seemed impossibly low, and I even questioned if I could make it out alive.
Taking deep breaths, I attempted to muster my courage. I could do this. Years of training with my father had taught me the skills to face anyone. I might not be the best fighter, but I wasn't the worst either.
I hadn't witnessed Kenzie's fighting prowess firsthand, but judging from what everyone said about her, I was utterly clueless about what to expect.
Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed Leon sitting beside me until he spoke up. "If you don't want to do this, I'll talk to my mom. I can tell you're not ready, but you don't need to force yourself," he said, his keen insight cutting right through me. But I didn't want Leon to leave my side.
"What if I trained you?" he suggested.
"Can you?" I asked, my eyes instantly lighting up with hope.
"Of course," he replied, a warm laugh escaping his lips.
I refused to give up without a fight. I was doing this for the pack and for Leon. Lately, I'd been experiencing fluctuating emotions – moments of sadness and brokenness followed by determination and newfound strength. It felt like I had two different personalities within me. Nevertheless, I was determined to learn quickly and win this challenge, even though three days seemed far from enough.
John entered the house, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Why aren't you two freaking out? Helloooo? A challenge for the Luna position against Kenzie? By the way, word spreads fast," he remarked.
My nerves resurfaced. "We were fine before you showed up! You mood-breaker!" Leon retorted, playfully.
I chuckled softly. "What about me? I can teach you too! Let me tell you, I train better than Leon," John whispered to me, but Leon's sharp ears didn't miss a beat.
Leon grabbed a pillow from the couch and smacked John with it. "Stop lying! I was the one who taught you all my skills! Now, we're going to bed," he declared as he took my hand and led me up the stairs to our bedroom.
"I'm coming too!" John shouted from downstairs.
"No! Go back and stop disturbing us!" Leon shouted back.
Despite their frequent bickering, it was clear that they had been good friends for a long time.
As my head touched the bed, my eyes grew heavy, and I surrendered to sleep, knowing that we would do whatever it took to ensure I won the fight, even if it meant enduring rigorous training.
I awoke to the gentle warmth of the morning sun on my face, realizing that I was alone in bed. I heard the sound of water from the bathroom and surmised that Leon was showering. Today marked the beginning of my official training.
The bathroom door opened, and Leon emerged, shirtless, revealing his muscular physique and defined abs. I couldn't help but stare, nearly drooling.
"Do you like the view?" he chuckled as I buried my blushing face in the pillow.
I hastily rummaged through the wardrobe, finding a sports bra and leggings for training. Leon had mentioned we'd be fighting in our human forms, not as wolves.
Just as I reached for the door, Leon growled, "You're not wearing that! I don't want other men looking at you."
I hadn't intended to wear something revealing, especially with my scars still healing. Leon's growl signaled his growing anger, and I quickly opted for something more modest, hoping to appease him and avoid any potential conflict.
Leon led us to a different location for training, rather than the usual training grounds. "Aren't we training over there?" I asked, pointing toward the familiar area.
"Nope, there's a better spot," he replied, guiding us to a picturesque location with numerous trees and an open space for training. The view was breathtaking, and the air carried the scent of wildflowers.
"I've always trained here with John and a few others when we wanted privacy. No one will disturb us here," he assured me.
Just then, a familiar, high-pitched voice interrupted us. "Leon, are you here to help me train?"
