Chloe's POV
"So, how does this work?" I asked Phoebe the moment we stepped onto the training grounds.
She had made sure to dress me up in combat gear. And the clothing was a little bit tight on me.
What?" She sneered playfully. "You mean to tell me you've never trained at all before?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Never. I was just a mere servant in my pack…"
"A servant?" She gasped, bewildered.
"Yes. I wasn't allowed to train. They always said it was pointless. I was weak anyways—too weak. I don't think I would've survived it if I trained."
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" She asked.
There was a hint of worry and concern in her voice.
I heaved a sigh, checking myself. Was I indeed ready for this task?
'Calm down, Chloe. Stop stressing your head too much about this.' Nyx said, and I took deep breaths.
"I'm ready."
"Good." Phoebe said, her tone firm. "First off, you need to shift. I need you to attack me in your wolf form."
"Shift?" I asked, my tone barely audible.
I had never shifted before. Never. Not even once. How was I supposed to do that now?
Back at Moonstone, when there was a full moon and others shifted around me, I just stood and watched. I think it was because of how malnourished I was; maybe that was why Nyx never revealed her true self.
"Is there a problem?" Phoebe asked.
"I… I've never shifted before."
Phoebe stared at me awkwardly—almost with an unreadable expression. "Not even once?"
"No. I never got the chance to."
"That's bad. Um… let's start with that then."
I sighed. "How do I go about it?"
Phoebe moved closer to me and rubbed both my shoulders gently. "Close your eyes."
I obeyed and closed my eyes.
"Shut every other thing out in these surroundings. Just… focus on my voice." She said, and I obeyed too.
"What now?" I asked.
"Try to feel your wolf."
"I can feel her."
"Good. Now, shift."
I tried—tried so hard to transform into my wolf, but Nyx didn't want to show herself.
"Come on, Nyx, just… Come on!" I urged her in my head, but she couldn't. I could feel her trying too, but all I managed to do was to change the color of my eyes from their normal shade of blue to Nyx's color—aqua blue.
Phoebe just stood there watching me as I tried. I couldn't exactly read the expression on her face. Was it disappointment? Or maybe pity?
"Again." She said, folding her arms to her chest. "You're too slow."
"I'm trying!" I voiced, using every ounce of strength in me now, but Nyx still wasn't willing to show herself.
"Enough." Phoebe sighed. "Your wolf is there. Why won't you just concentrate?"
"I am! I'm concentrating, but it's not working!"
Phoebe sighed once more. "This is going to take a long time. We'll start from the ground up. If you can't shift reliably, you can't defend yourself. And if you can't defend yourself, you're a liability."
My heart stung at her words. A liability. That's what I've always been known to be. I had gotten used to it over the years, so why did he hurt me so badly now, like I wasn't used to it?
I swallowed a sob, feeling bile rise up my throat. I wasn't going to accept it anymore. I was tired of being a liability.
"I didn't ask for this!" I snapped. "I never thought that I'd have a second chance mate, and never even thought that it was going to be Zayne—the Supreme Alpha.
"You have to get used to this now. The Moon Goddess has a reason for fating you both together. The Supreme rank is a strong rank with plenty of responsibilities. You'd have to tackle each and every challenge that comes your way, but that would not be possible if you can't even shift."
Ouch. Her words struck harder this time, but I maintained my composure. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, she was right. I had to try harder.
"What happened?" Phoebe asked, her tone softer now. "Why are you struggling with shifting? Didn't your parents teach you at least?"
Tears welled up in my eyes in an instant as she mentioned my parents. I never even got that opportunity with them. I lost my family at four, and Nyx revealed herself to me at five. I had no one to guide me. Alpha Randolph and Luna Silva scolded me all the time, and even when Eric was taught how to shift, I was left out.
"I can't do this anymore." I said, standing up abruptly.
"Chloe…"
"No." I said, turning away from her. I didn't want her to see me tearing up. "I'm not saying we shouldn't train anymore, but I can't continue today." I said, my voice breaking.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" She asked confusedly.
"No. I just want to be alone. I'll be in my room." I said, walking away hastily with my back still turned away from her.
I didn't even give her the opportunity to utter another word as I walked away.
The moment I got into my room, I locked the door and crashed my head onto my pillow.
"Why am I so unfortunate?" I cried, sobbing into the pillow. "I had a shitty mate at first, and now that I have a good one, I can't even shift. Why did the goddess curse me with such abnormality? How will I be able to stand boldly by Zayne's side when I can't even shift?"
Of course, I was answered by the silence of my room.
I didn't even know when it turned dark already. I had cried my eyes out all day. My heart was still burdened.
I could never be worthy enough for Zayne. All this was just so pointless. I had to leave.
Wiping off the tears from my face hurriedly, I stood up from my bed and headed to my closet. I hadn't packed many things from my pack, just a few dresses my mom owned and a family picture of my dad, mom, me, and my twin brothers—Dustin and Daven.
A tear threatened to spill down my cheek again as I stared at the picture intently, but I quickly brushed it off.
I picked up my small sack and put the picture and dresses into it. This was the only solution. To leave. I had to leave everything behind.
I stuffed some pillows underneath a blanket to look like I was still sleeping and turned off the lights.
Then, I tiptoed to the door, but I didn't expect to see the person I saw when I opened the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"