I couldn't understand his reasoning. He was fully aware I'd been a nobody in my old pack, no strength, no muscle, no standing. So why was he putting me through this? Why subject me to endless training sessions that amounted to nothing but pain and humiliation?
A grunt tore from my throat as I hit the ground again, mud splashing up around me. My pride hurt just as badly as the rest of me.
This was my fourth day here, my second in training, and I had nothing to show for it.
Worse than nothing, actually. At this very moment, I had just been taken down by a brand-new shifter. A fifteen-year-old girl had me pinned to the dirt without much effort.
The embarrassment was suffocating.
"That's enough!" Sean's voice cut through the noise.
