Pain became my new baseline.
Since Dante couldn't find a safe location to release my Lycan power without risking a nuclear meltdown, he decided to focus on the vessel instead.
"Your body is weak," he had told me flatly. "If you channel the energy now, your bones will snap like twigs. We need to harden you."
So, I entered hell.
Every afternoon, while Dante sparred with Bastien in the deep woods, Liam took me to the edge of the Redforest.
I hated gym class. I loathed cardio. But this wasn't exercise; it was torture.
"Again," Liam barked, standing over me with his arms crossed.
I was trembling in a plank position, sweat stinging my eyes, my muscles screaming in protest. "I... I can't."
"You can," he said, his voice void of sympathy. "If a Rogue attacks you, will you tell him you can't
