Wyatt
“She needs to train. If she is going to be our Luna, she must be strong.”
Byron crossed his arms over his chest and glared back at me. “She needs time, it's only been a week.”
“She is healed.” I insisted.
“Physically. Not emotionally.” He countered.
We were arguing about Bella, and whether or not she should start joining the pack for training. I felt that the sooner she started, the better. I didn’t think that keeping her alone and isolated in her room was going to help her heal from the trauma of her early years. Hell, she might never fully recover from the hell she went through in that house. But I felt that she needed to pull her socks up and face life head-on. “She’s stronger than you think. She can do this. It will be good for her.”
Byron wanted to keep her
