She's Mine

Chapter 58

Samuel's POV

The first training session had been intense, more so than I had anticipated. Michelle was relentless, pushing herself beyond her limits, as if trying to outrun the demons that haunted her. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training ground, I called for a break.

"That's enough for today, Michelle," I said, watching as she finally stopped, her chest heaving with exertion.

Before the session I did take her to an Elder who can heal injuries but not only is there a limit of how much can be healed it takes a lot from the Elder herself. Michelle was pushing herself too much and it's been going on ever since we started. She had healed significantly but not completely.

She hesitatingly nodded, wiping sweat from her brow, but there was a fire in her eyes that hadn't been there before. It was both inspiring and unsettling. I had seen that look before, in others who had been driven by something more than just the desire to learn.

As we sat down to rest, I couldn't help but ask, "You do know you don't need to fight yourself, right? You're human and if you really want to damage yourself it'll take time for that. Besides, you have your pack here with you and Cole."

She looked at me, and for a moment, I saw the depth of her pain and anger. "I want revenge, Samuel. For Cole, for everything Dorian and Jake have done to us. I can't just sit by and do nothing."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her determination. I could see the intensity in her gaze, a fierce resolve that was both admirable and frightening. It was a fire that could either forge her into something stronger or consume her entirely.

"Revenge is a dangerous path," I said carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. "It can change you, make you into something you're not."

"I know," she replied, her voice unwavering. "But I can't let them get away with it. I need to do this. Besides, I've already changed."

I nodded slowly, understanding the depth of her conviction. "Then I'll help you. But promise me you'll be careful, Michelle. Don't lose yourself in this. We need you. Cole needs you."

She gave me a small, grateful smile, and I can only hope that my guidance would be enough to keep her grounded. As we sat there in the fading light, I realised that this was just the beginning of a journey that would test the pack in ways we couldn't yet imagine.

Me and Raphael together have been taking care of the pack the entire time, even when Cole first was found unconscious, since then nothing major has happened. I did expect Dorian to come for war after Michelle came back, but nothing like that happened either.

Since the pack's Alpha and Luna have been going through a lot when it comes to pack matters. There's lots of workloads to handle which has all been distributed through volunteered pack members. Having volunteers helps me and Raphael so there's not much to worry about but Michelle is becoming a big concern.

It's now been two months since Michelle first came to me, eyes blazing with a determination that was both inspiring and a little frightening. Every day since, she's been here, pushing herself harder than anyone I've ever trained. Watching her transformation has been nothing short of remarkable.

Michelle's progress is undeniable as she trains every day, all day. She's become stronger, faster, more agile. Her punches land with precision, her movements are fluid, and her endurance seems to grow with each session. She's mastered the basics of combat, and now we're moving into more specialised training—how to fight a werewolf. It's a different kind of challenge, she requires not just strength but strategy and adaptability.

I've wanted her to know her advantages and disadvantages she has as a human so learning all this will take time. I've told her all she'll be learning from now on and she seems to understand now it's on her, how long she takes to perfect her new skills.

Werewolves are fast and agile, so Michelle would work on improving her reflexes and agility. This will involve drills that enhance her ability to dodge attacks quickly and move fluidly in combat. She could use her agility against them by tiring them out so there's that.

Michelle would learn to identify and target the weak points of a werewolf, such as the eyes, throat, and joints. This knowledge would help her maximise the impact of her attacks.

Since silver is traditionally known to be effective against werewolves, Michelle will train with silver-coated weapons, such as knives, learning how to wield them effectively in combat. I'll be giving her one to keep on her person at all times and so far with what I've seen she's naturally good with knives.

Despite her impressive progress, there's a heaviness that lingers around her. It's in the way her shoulders slump when she thinks no one is watching, in the quiet moments when she stares off into the distance, lost in thought. I know it's because of Cole. He's still in a coma, making slow but steady progress, and the uncertainty of his condition weighs on her. She never talks about it, never lets it show during training, but I can see it in her eyes.

Today, as we wrap up another gruelling session, I notice the familiar flicker of sadness in her gaze. "You're doing great, Michelle," I say, hoping to lift her spirits. "You've come a long way."

She nods, offering a small, tight smile. "Thanks, Samuel. I just... I need to be ready."

I understand what she means. It's not just about being physically prepared; it's about feeling in control, about having something to focus on other than the worry and the waiting. Training has become her anchor, a way to channel her emotions into something tangible.

"You're more than ready," I assure her. "But remember, it's okay to take a break, to let yourself feel whatever you're feeling."

She looks at me, and for a moment, I see the vulnerability beneath her tough exterior. "I know," she replies softly. "But I can't stop. Not until I get what I need, which is Cole to wake up and kill Dorian and Jake."

I nod, respecting her resolve. "Just don't forget that you're not alone in this. We're all here for you."

As she leaves the training ground, I watch her go, a mix of admiration and concern swirling within me. Michelle is a force to be reckoned with, but I worry about the toll this is taking on her. I can only hope that when the time comes, she'll find the balance she needs to face whatever lies ahead.