Elara’s POV
The gentle sound of the stream did little to soothe the storm inside me.
They said I shouldn't be hard on myself. But my best wasn’t enough for me, not for anyone.
I twisted my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The pack had already questioned my identity when I got injured badly in a fight.
Now I had to remain strong and capable. I wasn’t going to let my emotions hold me back. I wiped the tears that threatened to spill, I stood and marched back to the training ground.
Luca was still there, pacing, his back turned. He turned around at the sound of my footsteps, his brows furrowed. “Elara,” he began, but I cut him off.
“I want to try again, Another training.” I said firmly, my voice edged with determination.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone cautious. “You need to
