Three days. Three days of waking before dawn, pushing my body past limits I didn't know I had, and falling into bed so exhausted I don't even dream.
Three days of Raul's relentless training, his commands sharp as blades, his expectations impossibly high.
Three days of becoming something more than the girl who got rejected.
I'm stronger now. Faster. My reflexes have sharpened, my instincts honed by constant drilling and sparring. The other wolves in training have stopped looking at me with pity and started looking at me with something closer to respect.
Or maybe wariness.
Either works.
"Again," Raul barks from the edge of the sparring platform.
I reset my stance, muscles burning, sweat dripping down my spine. We've been at this for two hours, and he hasn't let up once. Attack, defend
