A week passed by and I grew closer to Molly with every day that went by. I took part in the pack training sessions every single morning, and while they were still brutally hard, I was determined to keep showing up. Sean trained me one on one from six in the morning until ten, when the group session started. That lasted another one to two hours on top.
After each session, Molly and I would eat lunch together, and sometimes Sean joined us too. I had not laughed that much in as long as I could remember, and the constant back and forth between the two siblings kept me entertained and kept my mind busy. Some days I ate my entire lunch without even thinking about it, only realising my plate was empty when I went to take another bite.
Phoenix had gone back to keeping his distance, but I could feel his eyes on me regularly during training. Today was no different.
Today was Saturday, which meant the hardest day of the week before Sunday's rest day. It was a sparring day.
