Olivia’s POV
Liam healed fast—of course, he did. He was the Alpha King, after all. His wounds disappeared as if they had never existed. But after the rogue attack, one thing was clear to me—I couldn’t stay helpless forever.
I needed to learn how to fight.
I wasn’t a werewolf, but that didn’t mean I had to be defenseless. If I was going to be by Liam’s side, I had to be strong enough to protect myself.
With determination, I marched into the training hall, where Liam and Ronan were discussing something.
“Liam,” I said firmly.
He turned to me, his sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Olivia?”
“I want to start training,” I said, crossing my arms.
Ronan snorted. “What kind of training? Dodging better when you jump from trees?”
I shot him a glare. “No. Real training. Combat. Fighti
