Cassy pov
Mom and dad were right. He sure was a hard coach. Even during the first day, he made sure that I pushed my limits. According to him, my muscles and joints were all rusted and needed to move more. By the time he was satisfied, I felt as though I might collapse into exhaustion. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the training session. I didn’t feel that I was lagging behind or that I needed to complete a task which I wasn’t built for like I used to feel back in the pack.
Elliot was indeed good at training people like me. Perhaps because he was educated like that, since he was also a lycan. I couldn’t help but think how I used to try and fail while I competed with my friends back in the pack. Back then, I had given up. I had embraced the fact that I would always suck at everything. But I gues
