Two days after I was shot, I was back on the training field. I was healed with only slight tenderness. I was pissed and ignored everyone telling me to stop. I flipped on Say f**k It Song by Buckcherry the music blasting across the yard and sang with it as I did my warm-up on the long bag Hanna had hung up for me. The song changed to Crazy b***h as I finished, and I sent an image to Nikolai of me leaving scratches on his back while he was buried deep inside me. Grinning widely at Hanna. “Let’s f*****g go, Hanna.”
We spent the next several hours mixing train, human, wolf, and weapons
Hanna and I were both breathing hard, sweat dripping down our bodies.
“Are you ready for a break?”
“Hell yeah, I’m ready for a f*****g break,” she panted, her hands on her knees.
Good! I need a shower!. I r
