ZAHRA-ROSE
At this point, I’m getting used to the training. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, and I think my body has finally adapted to the intensity of it. The soreness, the bruises, they no longer sting the way they used to.
But even as my limbs grow stronger, my mind keeps drifting to tomorrow’s session, the second time I’ll let my wolf come forward to fight. She needs to learn how to defend herself, how to move with strength and precision. After my first transformation, Eira was meant to begin training properly, with the guidance of Zen, Ashvin’s wolf, but ever since the fire incident, getting him anywhere near us has been nearly impossible.
As I walked alone along the dark dirt path, the weight of the day pulling at my bones, I tried not to think about what Ashvin had said to me t
