The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

In the end, Jerome still punished Flora. It just so happened that this morning's training program was to throw grenades. Of course, we didn't really throw actual grenades-we just threw balls. And Flora was made to pick up all the balls we threw.

Our training ground was located in a vast wilderness. A long line of sandbags piled on top of each other formed a defensive wall, while on the other side of the line was a pit of "grenades" or balls, in this case. Now, what we were tasked to do was throw the balls into the pit.

After Jerome finished briefing us, he left us alone to train freely. He was to check up on us later after we had grown familiar with the process.

As for Flora, she not only needed to practice throwing balls, but she also needed to pick them up when we ran out.

I wanted to help her pick up the balls, but Jerome didn't allow anyone to assist her.

"He's stricter than Blair," Harry couldn't help but complain.

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All of us were wound up to a certain degree. After all, we needed to be alert at all times; we couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

rounds of training freely, Jerome

the weakest thrower was to treat everyone else to

from running around picking up balls, perked up when she heard this and volunteered to throw first. After throwing ten balls, only one landed in the pit. Jerome was pissed off. "How could you be so

mouth with his hand and tried to stifle a

so sad that she buried her face in her hands

to damage her self-esteem, I deliberately lowered my

angry to speak, so he

They all performed badly on purpose. The best score was only three balls out of ten. When the last ball was thrown, Jerome sneered coldly. "Do you think you deserve lunch? Stay here and get

angry huff, leaving the five of us looking

whole morning training hard. Jerome had said that our team would go on an official mission after a week of training, so the first week

those harsh words earlier, he still brought us lunch at around one o'clock

go to Leonard for an exclusive training. It seemed that he

pestering me with questions, begging me to share whatever I

be happy, but in truth, my heart was full of bitterness. Thinking about how difficult Leonard was to

outside the door, took a deep breath, and tried