Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0295

Chapter 295

Dylan POV

1 was sweating profusely as I landed yet another fist on the punching bag that hung in what the wolvest call their training room.

Gym equipment surrounded me, and my ponytailed hair kept slapping my in the face as I swung round. to punch the bag again.

“Keep your fists up, yout grace. Remember, when you punch, you need to do so with your entire body, don’t let your arm take the brunt of it.” I nodded ever so slightly at the warriors words and swung again, this time using my weight to hit the bag instead of my mere arm strength. Shockingly the punching bag swung ever so slightly and I smiled at the feat I though was impossible when I first started this morning. “Excellent work, Now, back to the treadmill.”

I looked at my trainer in exasperation, my most likely bright red face staring at him in shock.

“I think… I breathed heavily, tasting the metallic tint on my tongue at how much I had over worked myself. “I’m going to pass out.”

needs to be challenged in

the running machine and panted as it began to to start. Another 5 minutes passed before I was finished. My body was exhausted, I was sweaty and Couldn’t catch my breath, so I threw myself on the floor on my

intense work out..

tomorrow for weight

hard.” I barely nodded at his words but smiled slightly waving

at the training rooms

with an amused smile. Reluctantly I sat up, and absentmindedly placed my arms on my bent knees while bowing my head to the

regularity.

I chuckled at how bad my endurance was and looked up at the blonde

woman was acting all too familiar with me, but

water. “Let me ask, Have you ever done any baking?” Her random question caused my tired frown to turn into one of

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stuff?” Why all of a sudden was this blonde