Lyra's POV
"Right," I let out a long breath that sounded more like defeat than agreement. "So what happens now?"
"Your legs and core are weak. That's what makes you crumble every time someone lands a decent hit," Ash stated matter-of-factly.
"And you know this how exactly?" I shot back, letting irritation creep into my voice.
Ash stared at me with those unreadable eyes. "I was there when you fought Xander," he said simply. "Watched you get knocked around like a rag doll in a hurricane."
The words hit me harder than I expected. He had been watching me, not just observing the fight in general. Something warm flickered in my chest before I could stop it.
Focus, I scolded myself harshly.
Or we could skip the workout and find something way more entertaining, my wolf suggested with obvious amusement.
Don't you have some hunting to do or whatever?
