Jane
I threw another punch at the training dummy, my fists hitting it repeatedly, but I didn’t care. I needed to get stronger. I had to.
“Stop it, Jane! What do you think you’re doing?” she screamed, jumping up from her chair. “Do you want to kill yourself before you can avenge your wolf?”
I looked down at my hands in surprise. Blood was dripping from my knuckles onto the floor, and I hadn’t even felt the pain.
My body was running on pure anger and sadness. All I could think about was Amber and how she was gone forever.
“You’re hurting yourself,” Ella said, rushing over with a towel. “This isn’t training—this is self-destruction.”
They were right. But the physical pain felt good compared to the emotional pain inside me. At least when my hands hurt, I could understand why. The pain in
