Sam stepped closer and took Laurel by her shoulders.
“Breathe.” He said and watched her take in a deep breath and look up at him fearfully. “You were poisoned and spent a week in a coma. It is not unheard of that your wolf is still recovering from the ordeal. His Majesty couldn’t shift for a few days after being poisoned and you were exposed to a far greater dose than he was.”
Laurel swallowed and nodded shakily, “O-Okay.”
“When you can shift, we’ll start on that part of your training. For now, we’ll start with basic moves.”
“Okay.”
She tried to regain her calm as Sam lifted his fists and told her to mirror him. He corrected her posture and the grip of her fists kindly and guided her through the basics of how to throw a solid punch. Then, it was a kick. He moved on to a combo, showing
