Rebel
We had reached the final week of the training camp, and this was the week where I found myself sitting out most of the drills. The young wolves were practicing shifting techniques, drills to make the biomorphic switch faster and more efficient. Endurance runs in wolf form. Fighting techniques for fangs, not fists.
No amount of cajoling could convince Lily’s wolf to shift. Truth be told, I didn’t push her that hard because I was a little afraid she might consent to shift and then remain in control of the body, and not allow me back to human form.
The trainees and the trainers didn’t quite know what to do with a wolf who couldn’t shift. Some of them wanted to tease me, but thought better of it considering my recent trauma. A few smart-ass remarks were passed behind my back, but I ig
