“Your weakness isn’t your body, but your mindset,” my wolf says. “When you became a werewolf, that automatically activated a physical strength that your previous self was impossible to accomplish. Nonetheless, your mind hasn’t been ready for what life is throwing at you.”
My eyes and ears are glued at it with eagerness, analyzing its words. Then I ask, “Does that mean that my previous training with Alex and Micah was useless?”
It momentarily closes its eyes as it shakes its head. It answers, “No, your training with them helped boost your physical prowess. Since you don’t exactly know where you’re lacking, they can’t also give you the training that you really need.”
Maybe my wolf is right. Maybe it’s really my way of thinking that’s pulling me down no matter how many cuts and bruises I g
