Chapter 119: A Pervert’s Arrival
TERESA’S P.O.V.
Two days after Lucian—or was it Ares?—tried to mess with my head using their split-personality circus, I made a decision: forget figuring them out and focus on keeping my sanity intact. Instead, I poured every ounce of energy into the brutal training Adrian and Juliette were so graciously—and excruciatingly—putting Lucian and me through.
Adrian’s training? Intense was an understatement. The sun blazed above us, drenching the clearing in gold, but I couldn’t spare a second to admire it. My arms felt like dead weights, trembling from gripping the shotgun Juliette had shoved into my hands. The recoil had thrown me flat on my back more times than I’d ever admit. Meanwhile, Juliette, a picture of flawless posture and steely confidence, barked sharp commands, her tough-love approach leaving no room for excuses.
"Feet apart, Teresa! You can’t take down anything if you’re wobbling like a baby deer," she barked, her hands on her hips.
"Maybe if I had werewolf strength, I wouldn’t be wobbling!" I shot back, panting as I tried to steady the gun.
Juliette smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "If you had werewolf strength, you’d still be as stubborn as you are now. Focus."
Meanwhile, Lucian and Adrian were sparring not far from us. Watching them train was like watching two storms collide. Lucian moved with raw power, his lack of sight barely a hindrance as Adrian guided him with precise, calm instructions.
"Left! Duck! No, Lucian, lower!" Adrian’s smooth, measured voice carried over to me, making me shiver despite the heat. He sounded like the world’s most patient teacher, even when Lucian fumbled.
Lucian growled in frustration, his brows furrowed as he adjusted his stance. "You know, Adrian, you could use words like ’good job’ or ’nice effort’ every once in a while."
Adrian didn’t miss a beat. "Why would I do that when you’ve yet to earn it?"
Lucian’s lip curled into a smirk. "Ah, yes. You’re the king of encouragement."