LILAC
“Time out,” I uttered, dropping to the ground while catching my breath. When Nina said she’d teach me basics, I thought we’d at least start by teaching me stances and stuff. I forgot that werewolves rely on their instincts. Nina was attacking me while teaching me, saying that the body works best when threatened and under pressure. She’s not holding back, and I can’t figure out if it was simply to train me or she’s still pissed off about Seth.
“We’ve only been training for three hours, and you already requested a break twice?” She also slumped on the ground and handed me a half-filled tumbler.
“Not to be overdramatic, but are you still upset with me because I sneak out and almost got auctioned? Or is this because of the demon alpha? We can just talk about it instead of torturing me
