Chapter 228: TRAINING THE WARRIOR

After a couple of weeks   Conor   The sky looked incredibly blue today, that vivid shade of blue when there isn’t a single cloud in sight. The sun was shining brightly, and for a moment, I almost forgot it was autumn. The trees stood nearly bare, their roots covered in a blanket of dried, crisp leaves scattered by the wind.   A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling my hair. The weather was perfect—cool but not chilly. I took a deep breath, enjoying the calm of the moment. "It’s a great day to train my warrior wolf," I thought, feeling a surge of anticipation rise in me.   Well, calling her a warrior might still be a little premature. She was still in training, after all. But she had the spirit—strong and relentless, even if her body hadn’t quite caught up yet. I had promised to help her, to push her to her limits. Every day, I made sure her muscles burned, worked to the point where she couldn’t even think about giving in to her emotions.   Not that she wasn’t tough. She was—more than most.