Chapter 92: I think we'd make a great pair
The evening sun peeked through the leaves of the lone sycamore tree standing in the midst of a sunny ground. Elize sat on the metal bench underneath it with her knees drawn against her chest. It was her second day in training with the rest of the werewolves. In a sea of already turned werewolves, she had stuck out like a sore thumb in yesterday's session. Despite the cold looks that she had received from most of her batch mates, she held on, giving her seniors the excuse that she was to turn eighteen in a week. Although the excuse granted her the benefit of doubt, most of the others chose to oust her while their seniors had asked her to do some basic exercises alone, since there was nothing else that she could do.