CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

MADELINE'S POV

Seconds turned into minutes, to hours, to days, to weeks and to months. Today marked it the sixth month I arrived crescent pack and the past six months hadn't been easy.

Before the break of dawn, I trudged to the pack training grounds, where Louisiana single handedly spear headed most of my trainings. Whenever she wasn't handling any trainings, she watched my every move thinly with disdain. She took pleasure in watching me struggle, smirking whenever I stumbled or lagged behind in training. She made no secret of her detest for me.

The trainings were always grueling and my body often ached because of the much effort I exerted. My endurance limit was often tested each day. My social life was almost non-existent. Interactions with others were brief and strained. It started and ended with hollow hello's and hi's.

The annual moon festival was today and everyone including slaves and servants were given the day off so they could celebrate with their families and loved ones. Si