Roxellena’s POV
Today marked the official end of our first month of training.
One of the pack members came to announce that we were to report to the great hall instead of the training field.
My stomach twisted as memories of the past four weeks crashed over me.
The humiliation of fumbling through the very first exercise.
The full day I had spent curled up in bed, too sick to move.
The multiple times I had to step aside, watching everyone else push through drills while I fought waves of nausea.
I lay there judging myself harshly, wondering how someone like me could possibly make it to the next round.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Jess’s cheerful voice cut through the gloom.
I yawned, rubbing my eyes. “What’s up, Jess?”
She scanned me from head to toe, lips quirking at the sight of my ni
