☉DANIKA
“Again!” Sonia yelled at me. She charged at me with the padded club, got close enough for me to think that she was actually going to slap my brains out, and then she slid beneath me and flung me away from her.
“Do you even want to learn?” She inquired. I could not help but feel irritated. Of course, I wanted to learn. I wanted to be stronger. I wanted to have something that I could confidently say that I could do. I wanted to be more than just a weak werewolf.
We had been training since I had come out of Fergal’s chambers and I was close to breaking down from exhaustion and the sheer relentless attacks that Sonia threw at me. The way I saw it, we were not really training, and it was more as though she had found the perfect excuse to throw me around like a straw doll and pummel m
