Whatever these powers truly do wasn’t exactly what our mothers were telling us, Marcela was speechless from what her hands were doing, it has me thinking of a billion possibilities but I am in deep trouble.
Believing I was omega I didn’t had a lot of training, in the academy I only had to take a small amount of the training my responsibilities were more on my mind, on antiquities of a Luna.
Fighting was an option at the academy, but not training, and even that was nothing to what I have to do here, what if we die because I can’t fight as well as Marcela?
The fear of loosing my life, of loosing my mate, and loosing my pack was starting to rush all over my body, I need to train myself better to protect myself, and those I love.
Meetings, politics, and anything by the book I’m perfect, I
