TRAINING
2 Weeks Later:
Freya and Lucille heaved in and out heavily, sweat dripping from every angle, from every plane of their bodies, as they tried to keep a firm grip on the magic ball they had each created to hold an elephantine metal intact, and suspended in the air.
Before them was Margo who was relaxing on a wooden chair, watching them intensely, yet eating a grape fruit. An onlooker would think that the witch was terribly insensitive and abusing the girls, abusing the privilege given to her to train the girls—but there weren't much onlookers anyway.
The trio were practicing outside the bungalow that Peter had given to the guests. It wasn't an obvious establishment to the other members of the pack, unless they turned aside from the Alpha's mansion, and walked to the backyard station. But even then, they wouldn't see it.