The sun beat down on the training grounds as I faced off against Jason.
Sweat dripped down my face, adrenaline pumping in my veins.
It's been 3 months, and we haven't heard from keal or received any threats and I still haven't heard from Elijah.
“Remember, use your opponent's strength against them,” Jason said, his eyes locked on mine.
“Let's kick his ass.” My wolf growled in my head.
“Focus on your footwork!” Jason yelled, his eyes scrutinizing me.
I nodded, connecting with my wolf.
I dodged and weaved around his swift punches. He threw a punch, and I blocked it with my arm, countering with a hook that he easily deflected.
“Good try,” Jason said, his voice firm but encouraging. “But you're telegraphing your moves. Keep your movements fluid and unpredictable.”
I gritted my teeth,
