Elena’s POV
King Harvey sighs heavily as he looks at me. I know he is wondering if I can handle his werewolf training.
“This is not a joke, King Harvey.”
King Harvey frowns. “You might get hurt, Elena. I do not want that for you.”
“I know…” I take a deep breath, but my heart beats violently. I want to prove myself desperately.
King Harvey leans into me and squeezes the limp flesh on my arm. “Your strength and stamina are poor, Elena… but we can start with running. If you can run ten kilometers with a five-pound bag in 45 minutes, I will consider formally teaching you how to fight.”
My eyes widen at his words.
This is a daunting task for someone who has never exercised before.
“I would like to try, King Harvey…” I whisper softly.
He nods, then guides me to my room. He leans in and
