Master of my Craft

1661 Words

As the weeks went by so did the training session. Every pack had their own training, following the same standard so every worrier would be just as competent as the next. We couldn’t afford slacking. Me on the other hand trained on my own trying to understand my powers. I wasn’t ready to join the rest until I knew I could control my powers and not kill everybody. That wouldn’t be good with a war coming our way. I was training with my father and James. We already knew I could make it rain and practically create tornados, figuring I had some control of the elements of the earth. I had tried wind and water but earth and fire remains. The first and only times I used my power was when I was sad and angry, nothing else. So of course that’s what my father and husband focused on, getting at my fee

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