Claire Pov’s
The cold breeze the gloomy day offered kissed my skin as I stepped out to the training ground that was not too far from the pack house, the determination I felt to prove I wasn't just a helpless outsider bubbling earnestly in me.
I’d been through worse than a group of she-wolves looking at me like I didn't belong here. The sun was rising, casting its golden, warm rays over the nearby trees, but its warmth wasn’t all useful as it didn't do much in thawing the icy stares that followed my every move. Their eyes were boring deep into my skin, silently judging every fiber of my being. I could feel it.
I straightened up my posture, refusing to show any sign of discomfort their stares caused me. My mission here was simple, to train, to fight, to survive- and maybe a part of me wa
