Training With The Devil

A bada** wolf?

I laugh at what Bunny just said, though deep down, I feel a sense of new hope. I have never thought of it that way.

Could she be right?

Or maybe I just want her to be right so I won’t feel broken and like an outcast.

“When was the last time that the Moon goddess chose a 16-year-old to be a mate to an alpha?” Bunny questions me, and I scan my mind for an answer.

“Um…” I can’t remember the last time that happened, or if it has ever happened before. Holy cow! They could be right! I could actually be special.

“You can’t answer that question because it has never happened before…at least in your lifetime. Lara, you are a rare occurrence,” Zayn tells me, and I can't help but smile.

“Aww, you look adorable when you realize your worth,” Bunny coos, and I roll my eyes playfully. Zayn laughs in response, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“When did you say that we begin training again?” I ask him and he smirks.

“I think you know the answer to that,” He replies smoothly, and then he s