Chapter 22: HIS DEATH WILL BE ON YOU
"I am going to die," Dawn said. She laid down on the cold ground, ignoring how the coldness seeped through her dress. She was dead tired.
They had been training for three hours and true to his word, Zenith woke her up when the sky was still so dark, she thought it was still night, as it turned out the sun would come late in winter.
Right now, the sky had turned brighter, but even when she basked herself in the sunlight, she couldn’t feel any warmth, it was not like this in the east. The weather was depressing here.
Zenith shifted back and walked toward Dawn, his shadow blocked her from the sunlight. "No. You can have a ten minute break, then we will continue."
"No..." Dawn wailed. "I am not going anywhere! I will not move an inch!" She threw a tantrum. Her body ached so bad. Her wrists felt like they were broken because of the harsh training.
Zenith clicked his tongue. "Your beast is very weak. How many times do you shift into your beast in a day?"
Dawn furrowed her brows. "Should I shift every day?" She massaged her wrists.
"You must." Zenith knelt down and took her hand, as he started to massage it. "As a shifter, you need to be in tune with your beast. In order to do that, you need to shift and let your beast take over sometimes, but not for too long, though. Or else, you will not be able to get a good grip on your feral side."
"I don’t know about that."
"Nobody taught you about it?"
"They taught the men about everything in their training, but we, women, were not allowed to join in the ’fun’."