The Mystery of Mishele’s Training
Eight months.
Eight months of restraining myself from stepping in every time I saw Mishele training with Nichol.
It had been a struggle from the beginning.
Despite my best efforts to ensure a fair and structured training environment, Mishele had shown me—firsthand—the deep, instinctual fear humans had when faced with wolves.
I had never considered it before.
Never thought that a human in their natural form would be more afraid of a werewolf in their human form than they would be of an actual wolf.
But Mishele proved me wrong.
She panicked the moment Nichol shifted, fainted at the sheer presence of her wolf, and bolted every time Nichol attempted to physically engage with her.
It had taken weeks for her to stop reacting on impulse.
And last week?
