----Scarlet POV----
If werewolf bodies were supposed to be resistant to pain, then someone lied. I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a freight train—twice. Every muscle screamed as I dragged myself out of bed. It had been a full week since my official training began, and Dad had kept his promise: it was brutal.
As if getting physically wrecked every morning wasn’t enough, Elder Dimitry was also training me to control my fire powers. Mentally exhausting was an understatement. So far, all I could manage was lighting a spark—maybe enough to light a cigarette if someone held it close enough. The first time I actually produced fire; I panicked and snuffed it out like an amateur. It turns out, according to Dad, that my emotions—specifically anger—were the trigger. And of course, Liam was mo
