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Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104 

The next day started for me early in the morning. My internal clock seemed to have been waiting for the first rays of the sun to show up. Having found Thunder, I felt a renewed confidence in myself. And training myself well to not let her down as well as myself was the next step to calling myself a true werewolf. 

So I hurriedly pushed the sheets aside and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The warm water rejuvenated my senses, but as soon as I picked the shower gel, I sneezed. 

“I forgot about that,” I mumbled to myself and grabbed the soap bar with the least scent. 

Thunder did not throw a remark at me about it. Maybe she wanted to rest some more. It was odd, yet satisfying, to hear her voice in my head. 

Her presence was comforting and somehow I felt myself restlessly alive. Guess, that is what all the hype about finding a wolf 

was. 

Smiling happily to myself, I stepped out of my room while wrapping a towel around my body and went towards the wardrobe. 

Pulling out track pants, a sports bra, and à tee, I put it on, pulled my hair in a ponytail, and put on the shoes before heading out towards the mansion grounds. 

The air was slightly chilly so I was glad that I had the tee to protect my skin. 

The first light of dawn kissed the grounds, painting the world in hues of soft pink and gold. 

The world seemed to awaken with me, and a profound connection to the natural beauty surrounding the Lycan mansion filled me. The training grounds, usually tranquil in the early hours, now held the promise of action and growth. My eyes sparkled with curiosity as I looked at a rose blooming on one of the plants. 

Even from this distance, I could count the exact number of petals, and see the soft and varying shades of red and pink along with the fine dust of pollens in the center. 

Rose. 

That word brought forth a memory that I chuckled at and prepared to exercise: I hoped Elijah would show up soon because I was dying to train with him. And it was too early to text him, so I decided to do some stretching and maybe he would show up by the time I was done. 

And as if on cue, after ten minutes, I saw him walk outside the main door carrying a water bottle and a towel in his hand. 

“Good morning, Miss Early Bird” 

I smiled back at him. “Morning Mister Gamma” 

He put 

the bottle and towel on the side and walked up to me. 

“Mister Gamma? Ooh, I like it.” I cracked my knuckles as he asked, 

“Ready to make today count?” 

I grinned, feeling the warmth of his positive energy. “Absolutely. Let’s get started.” 

“So, what do you want to do?” He asked, and I grinned, “I want to learn how to fight.” 

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Elijah cocked an eyebrow but did not object to it. I worried he would say I was rushing things, and that I had to get used to shifting first, but he simply nodded his head. 

“Great. Try attacking me then” 

Under the canvas of the morning sky, our dynamic training session began. Elijah, with his years of experience, transformed into a patient mentor, guiding me through the intricacies of combat. Earlier, I had only focused on training and improving my stamina, but it would be of no use if I did not know how to throw a punch or defend myself. 

Pack wars and fights were second nature to werewolves, and I was done being the weak wolfless girl. Now, I wanted to become a warrior, a useful soldier in the pack. 

And Elijah was more than happy to help me achieve that goal. 

He offered tips and tricks, correcting my posture and demonstrating techniques to conserve stamina. 

“Zenovia,” he called, gently stopping me mid-swing, “you’re leaning too far forward. It exposes your flank. Keep your weight centered, like this.” 

Elijah demonstrated the adjustment, his movements precise and fluid. “Feel the balance. Now, try it,” he encouraged. 

I mimicked the correction, but a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. “Am I doing it right?” I asked, a hint of uncertainty in my voice. 

Elijah’s warm gaze met mine. “You’re getting there, Zenovia. It’s a process. Keep practicing, and it’ll become second nature.” 

As we continued, Elijah guided me through refining my footwork. “Your steps are too wide; it leaves you off-balance. Try a shorter stride and pivot your back foot like this. It’ll give you better control and agility.” 

With each new correction, I couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered. Elijah’s patience, however, was unwavering. He would demonstrate the movement, his gestures graceful, and then guide me through the steps. 

“Watch my footwork,” he said, executing a series of precise steps. “See how I shift my weight? It’s all about maintaining balance and control.” 

I mirrored his movements, trying to capture the finesse he effortlessly displayed. Elijah’s watchful eyes caught any nuance that needed adjustment. “Good, Zenovia. You’re catching on quickly. It’s like a dance, each step intentional and purposeful.” 

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on my sweating body, I found comfort in Elijah’s guidance. Minutes turned into hours, and I was panting and sweating as Elijah taught me some cool moves. 

It was hard and my breathing would get labored occasionally but he would offer me short breaks, inquire if I was really not feeling down, and start again. 

I was learning, but I was still not fast. I had to be quick enough to attack him and so far, the only time I got to hit him in any way was when he let me. 

“Relax, it is still your first day. You don’t have to rush” Elijah ruffled my hair and offered me a towel after I could not take it anymore and my knees buckled under my weight. He was quick to break my fall and steady me. 

“It has been hours since we started. Now go, get some rest,” Elijah advised, and I let him guide me to one of the benches to 

sit. 

I took a sip from the battle as he tightened the laces of his shoes. 

“Are you not done yet?” I asked. He had been teaching me for hours as well. He should be feeling just a little tired, if not completely exhausted, like me. 

“Oh. Nope, not yet” He smiled while wiping his head with the towel. 

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