Doctor's Orders
Training was every bit as hellish as Damon promised. He had given me a fantastic weapon, but that wasn't enough to pull me from the depths of hell. If anything, it was the very reason why I was beaten black and blue, my muscles sore and aching, and my bones feeling like they were scattered everywhere as I sat on the infirmary bed.
"The Alpha should've gone easier on you," Nicole said with a pout.
I hissed when she dabbed the alcohol cotton puff against the bruise at the corner of my mouth. Instinctively, I pulled away, but Nicole's arm was firm. She continued to press it against my skin until she deemed the wound clean.
"It's been four consecutive days," Elijah said with a sigh. "And every day after training, she ends up here with worse and worse injuries."