Chapter 11

I groaned as my father corrected me again, I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. "This is pointless." I grumbled. "Arabella, you need to be able to recover from shock. That is one of the reasons you didn't win as easily against Lycan and Payton the day Samuel was clawed." he explained. "It isn't pointless." "I'm never going to get it!" I ranted, sitting on the bench. He shook his head, his eyes reflected pity as he stared at me. "Why don't we call it a day? We've been training for the past three hours." "That would probably be the best thing." I replied, releasing a breath. My father nodded while giving me a pat on the back, I grabbed my water and sighed. Ever since that fight a month or so ago, I've been trying to work on putting my emotions aside. I could have defended myself easily that day, but my shock was able to get out of hand and I was sloppy. I walked upstairs to take a shower, scrunching up my nose a