Jane

I threw another punch at the training dummy, my fists hitting it repeatedly, but I didn’t care. I needed to get stronger. I had to.

“Stop it, Jane! What do you think you’re doing?” she screamed, jumping up from her chair. “Do you want to kill yourself before you can avenge your wolf?”

I looked down at my hands in surprise. Blood was dripping from my knuckles onto the floor, and I hadn’t even felt the pain.

My body was running on pure anger and sadness. All I could think about ...