Now any normal teenager would probably go to the comfort of her bedroom, crying her eyes out.
But that wasn’t, in any way, me.
I was more of a person driven by rage.
So, I figured I needed to box it all away.
Physically.
I went to my room, grabbing my gloves with lots of fury occupying me.
“This will do,” I sighed, making my way to the boxing room.
Thankfully, we had this in the pack house and not the Fronter if not it could have been burnt.
A few pack members trained here too, for the meantime, till the old was renovated.
While the field was used for the new technology, brought by the Lycan King of course.
“We won’t be weak again, I promise you, Leila,”
“I hope…” she trailed out, softly.
I sighed, once more, wearing my gloves and knee pads, knowing I might need to kick the dam
