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“Fuck!” Baekalis cursed out for the umpteenth time today, her hands immediately coming up to cradle her now bruised knee from where she was practically on the verge of tears.

“Language, Baek,” Stephen scolded, holding a laugh.

Baekalis scoffed, holding up a hand and flipping Stephen off as his whole resolve came crumbling down and he burst out laughing.

We had been doing this for awhile now, the training with Baekalis and Stephen becoming more of an adjusted daily routine than the chore it previously was. Honestly, even I could admit that she had improved.

Her speed has increased greatly, and her endurance wasn't all that bad either. However, she still hadn't connected with, nor had she found her wolf yet, and we were starting to get worried. Her combat skills as well were…should I say slightly below average? That sounded a little mean to say out loud, but it wasn't like I was telling her to her face anyway.

We were working on improving that, as we had been for the past few weeks,
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