Theo’s POV
By day three of my training, my body was finally starting to adapt to the brutal routine.
The bruises on my ribs from day one were healed due to my wolf and the soreness in my muscles was starting to fade.
I could breathe a bit easier now without feeling like hot needles were sticking into my lungs.
Julian and I were right in the middle of a sparring match and I blocked a heavy left hook from him, using my forearm just like he taught me and I spun my body around, trying to use my weight to knock him off balance, but the Lycan Prince was too fast.
He dodged backward.
"Better, Theo" He smirked proudly and raised his fists again. "You're getting faster."
Before I could step forward to punch, the training arena slid open which is rare because I think everyone has been told
