Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 104

The next day started for me early in the morning. My internal clock seemed to have been waiting for the first rays of the sun to show up. Having found Thunder, I felt a renewed confidence in myself. And training myself well to not let her down as well as myself was the next step to calling myself a true werewolf.

So I hurriedly pushed the sheets aside and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The warm water rejuvenated my senses, but as soon as I picked the shower gel, I sneezed.

“I forgot about that,” I mumbled to myself and grabbed the soap bar with the least scent.

Thunder did not throw a remark at me about it. Maybe she wanted to rest some more. It was odd, yet satisfying, to hear her voice in my head.

Her presence was comforting and somehow I felt myself restlessly alive. Guess, that is what all the hype about finding a wolf

was.

Smiling happily to myself, I stepped out of my room while wrapping a towel around my body and went towards the wardrobe.

Pulling out track pants, a sports bra, and à tee, I put it on, pulled my hair in a ponytail, and put on the shoes before heading out towards the mansion grounds.

The air was slightly chilly so I was glad that I had the tee to protect my skin.

The first light of dawn kissed the grounds, painting the world in hues of soft pink and gold.

The world seemed to awaken with me, and a profound connection to the natural beauty surrounding the Lycan mansion filled me. The training grounds, usually tranquil in the early hours, now held the promise of action and growth. My eyes sparkled with curiosity as I looked at a rose blooming on one of the plants.

Even from this distance, I could count the exact number of petals, and see the soft and varying shades of red and pink along with the fine dust of pollens in the center.

Rose.

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That word brought forth a memory that I chuckled at and prepared to exercise: I hoped Elijah would show up soon because I was dying to train with him. And it was too early to text him, so I decided to do some stretching and maybe he would show up by the time I was done.

And as if on cue, after ten minutes, I saw him walk outside the main door carrying a water bottle and a towel in his hand.

“Good morning, Miss Early Bird”

him. “Morning Mister

He put

the side and walked up to

like it.” I cracked my

to make today count?”

his positive energy. “Absolutely. Let’s get

what do you want to do?” He asked, and I grinned, “I want to

I worried he would say I was rushing things, and that I had to get used to shifting

attacking

through the intricacies of combat. Earlier, I had only focused on training and improving my stamina, but it

weak wolfless girl. Now, I wanted to become

happy to help me achieve that

tips and tricks, correcting my posture and demonstrating

he called, gently stopping me mid-swing, “you’re leaning too far forward. It exposes your flank. Keep

precise and fluid. “Feel the balance. Now, try it,” he

correction, but a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. “Am I doing

warm gaze met mine. “You’re getting there, Zenovia. It’s a

refining my footwork. “Your steps are too wide; it leaves you off-balance. Try a shorter stride and pivot

feel a bit flustered. Elijah’s patience, however, was unwavering. He would demonstrate the movement, his gestures graceful, and then

said, executing a series of precise steps. “See how I shift

capture the finesse he effortlessly displayed. Elijah’s watchful eyes caught any nuance that needed adjustment.

climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on my sweating body, I found comfort in Elijah’s guidance. Minutes turned

me short breaks,

not fast. I had to be quick enough to attack him and so far, the only time

ruffled my hair and offered me a towel after I could not take it

some rest,” Elijah advised, and I let him guide me to

sit.

the battle as he tightened the laces of his

not done yet?” I asked. He had been teaching me for hours as well. He should be feeling just a little tired, if not

Nope, not yet” He smiled while wiping his head with the towel.