We started with basic exercises-agility drills, coordination tests, and strength-building routines. Lillian, as expected, moved with the effortless grace of a seasoned werewolf, her every step fluid and precise. She was fast, almost unnervingly so, her lithe form weaving through the obstacles like it was second nature.
Me? I wasn't as lucky. Without a wolf's heightened senses and reflexes, I had to rely on sheer determination and muscle memory. Each leap and pivot felt like a battle against my own limitations, and I knew Lillian was watching, waiting for me to falter.
"Come on, Vanessa," she taunted during one of the sprints. "Is that all you've got? No wonder-"
"Focus on yourself, Lillian," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.
Her laugh was low and mocking. "Touchy, aren't we?
