Amelia’s POV
With the help of some servants, I moved one of the televisions from the house into my bedroom. Then, behind closed doors, I continued my training. To my surprise, my punches flew a bit harder this time. Once, I even punched straight through the porcelain of a bedside lamp.
I blinked, startled. My knuckles were cut but already healing.
“Is this your strength?” I asked my wolf.
“Yes,” she replied. “But we need to work on your aim.”
I blushed a little in embarrassment. Since I didn’t think breaking anything had been possible, I hadn’t really been trying to aim for or away from anything. I guessed I needed to start now.
Yet, even with this accident, and no real idea how I was going to explain it to the servants on staff, I was starting to feel a little bit excited by this ne
