One week passed, then two, then three, since the incident with my parents. I shuddered as I remembered it.
Since then, I continued my training. Sometimes dad taught me, other times, it was mom. I had to say that she was a huge drill sergeant. During training, some pack members would occasionally come to watch me train, mom would let them watch when she was teaching, but dad would chase them away.
I wasn't too sure about having people watch me, but I think some of them warmed up to me. I still got glares and cold shoulders, but now I got the occasional hi, hello and sometimes a respectful nod.
Mom had told me that It was because I had improved, that I was better than I was a couple weeks ago. It was good news, but I knew I was nowhere as strong as I was meant to be.
On the bright side, I could comfortably run 200km without too much of a hassle, I felt faster and stronger both as myself and as a wolf.
