It's been five days already with no promise of seeing my wolf. I was mentally, physically, and emotionally drained.
At this point, I just wanted her to come, not minding what would happen next. I wanted to live like a person again. Each day, I would wake up and train till the sun went down.
The training was helpful. But I was honestly tired. I could do basic self-defense and attack and also other things. But that's all. The most painful part was making me go through life-threatening situations just so my wolf would come out and fight for me.
I wiped the tears that leaked from my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. I haven't been able to get a wink of sleep. When asked by the doctor, he said the activities were getting to me. This life I was living made me sick. It would have been bette
