No one told Gal Ryder her first day of teaching Oceans' Pack werewolves how to swim was going to be a tough job and a wreck and as she stared at them, she wished she hadn't agreed to the absurd idea of training them for the swimming competition.
As she watched the parents flapping their hands in the water like some god damn frail ducklings, Gal Ryder wanted to shout at them saying, "Damn it werewolves! You are standing in the swimming pool."
"Command them to flap their hands towards us," Gal Ryder's wolf joked.
It was pure tragedy watching them and it was hell for her.
"Kill me now!" Gal's wolf said to her.
"Yes, please someone to kill me too." Gal agreed with her wolf.
Staring at them she wanted to go and ask the alpha to give her another thing to do in the pack, anything other than watching the terrible scene happening in front of her.
Being tortured by the parents flapping their hands around wasn't what she had signed up for.
