Lyra's POV.
I had heard several times that rogues were the bane of werewolves existence but I didn't think that it was that correct until my training started.
I had run throughout the ends of the Earth yet Lucius still had an unimpressed look on his face like I had been wasting my time all along.
I knew that I was putting in more than enough effort and if he didn't see then there was nothing I could do to change it.
My legs were about to give away and I was still very passionate about showing that I could be better.
Sweat trickled down my skin with so much intensity that one would have thought that I was sitting in hell.
My legs gave away and I fell on the floor. "That's not how to handle things. You cannot be weak at every problem. You've got to find a solution before it's too
