Chapter 229: QUESTIONS OF THE PAST

Conor   "Conor," she groaned, wiping her forehead. "When do we actually get to the fighting part? I mean, this training every day is starting to wear me out."   I glanced over at her, noticing how her chest heaved with each breath, the light catching the sweat on her face. For a split second, she reminded me of someone else—someone from the past.   "You can’t fight effectively until your body’s built the strength and speed needed to deliver powerful blows and dodge attacks. You need endurance, agility… fluidity. You’ve improved a lot, but I want you to move like water." I gave her a pointed look, trying to keep my amusement in check. She always got so annoyed when I critiqued her form.   She rolled her eyes, wiping away more sweat as her hair curled damply around her neck. There was a hint of defiance in her gaze. "Yeah, I get it. I should be able to fight just as well in my human form as I can in my wolf form."   A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "And why’s that?"   She let ou