TYSON
After about a week, things seem to be getting more settled. I taught Gigi how to inject wolfsbane into me, and she began taking the task on. She was much gentler than Blake, which was kind of nice. I knew my time was limited, so I was trying to get as resistant as possible for now, before we finally marked each other.
After breakfast, I'd gotten into the habit of training Gigi for at least two hours every day and was planning to set her up with a full-time personal trainer once I figured out whom I trusted to take on that job. We'd gotten back to the packhouse for lunch when Gigi split from me to go take a shower since she was done for the day. I wasn't going to bother because I'd be right back outside after I was done eating.
"I get the idea she hasn't trained much," my dad remar
