I'm pushing too hard. I know I am. But I don't care.
Three hours of training. Non-stop. Shifting partially. Holding it. Reversing. Again and again and again. Trying to break through whatever barrier keeps me from full shift.
"Freya. You need to rest." Clara wipes sweat from her forehead. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"I'm fine. Again." I force another partial shift. My hands. My arms. Fur erupting. Then fading. "I need to get this. Need to master it. War is coming and I can't face it half-shifted."
"You won't face it at all if you collapse from exhaustion." She moves closer. "You've been at this for hours. Your body needs recovery time. Needs rest. Pushing past your limits doesn't make you stronger. It makes you injured."
"I don't have time for rest. Asher attacked yesterday. Kille
