The rest of the week flew by. Most of the time was spent training and communicating with other werewolves to coordinate the attack. I was physically and mentally exhausted from all of the training. Not only was I spending the nights training with Ginger to improve my magic skills, but Mark was also teaching me how to fight.
I wasn’t completely hopeless with my fighting skills, since I had taken many self-defense classes, but Mark wanted to show me some techniques to use when engaging in a fight. I was still clumsy with the moves, but it was better than nothing. It was the same with my magic skills. I didn’t nail anything down, but I was able to do more now than before.
Tomorrow was the full moon, and we were all packing to leave Ginger’s house. We had plans to meet up with others today
