I sat quietly in the dim light, staring at the fresh wounds on the back of my hand.
Did it hurt?
Yes.
But it was worth it.
Back when I was the only princess of Blue Moon Pack, the very thought of pain made me flinch.Bruises? Terrifying. Scratching? Practically the end of the world. I had avoided combat training like a cat avoids water, which was ironic for someone destined to be around wolves.
Then Audrey returned, and everything I cherished was yanked away. To salvage what little dignity I had left, I forced myself into training.
It was ugly. Bruises. Broken nails. One time, I even dislocated my shoulder doing something as "simple" as a forward roll. But I persisted.
Six months later, I won my first beginner-level combat competition. I practically howled with pride. That shin
