Violet's POV
The cool morning air stings my skin as I jog to the training field. In a black sports bra and leggings, my muscles already ache from yesterday's session. Mason isn't cutting me any slack, especially after our talk last night.
There he is-leaning against the wooden post, arms crossed, watching me like I'm the next opponent he's about to take down.
Of course I am.
However this is, it's get me strong. Stronger in order to fight the shadow wolves. The manipulated Emily and took Harry. Who knows what they're going to take away from me this time? The pack? My family? I'm so f*****g done. And I can't run away from it. It's time I face my dear and fight them just as Dad had advised.
"Ready to get your ass kicked, Violet?" Mason smirks, pushing off the post. His dark green shirt s
