Chapter 129

My thoughts of Lucas faded into the background as I walked into my first class of the day, a familiar sense of determination taking its place.

It was time for me to get back into the training routine, something I hadn't done for a while now.

As I entered the training room, the distinct scent of sweat and the sound of shoes squeaking on the polished floor surrounded me. It was a scent I had missed, a sound that had once been something I looked forward to daily.

It had been a while since I'd been in this environment, especially after the recent dizzy spells I had experienced.

The doctors had advised me to steer clear of intense physical activity, which only added to my apprehension about returning to training.

My mind wandered back to the last time I had attempted any serious training before the earthquake had turned my world upside down.

The memory of that horrible and fated day lingered in my mind, a stark reminder of how fragile life could be.

I've had that realization a lot lately.

Now, with the knowledge of my true identity as the white wolf, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.

Professor Black had effortlessly seen through my secret and identified me as a white wolf immediately. What if someone else might be able to discover that too?

Then my secret would be uncovered...

What if my fellow students, or worse, an alpha, sensed something different about me?

A wave of anxiety washed over me, making my heart race.

I knew that I couldn't risk exposing my abilities in a room full of people. It was a terrifying thought, and my instincts screamed at me to leave.

I scanned the room nervously, looking for an escape route that wouldn't draw attention.

However, our coach was positioned right by the exit doors, his watchful eyes tracking every movement. The other students were already hard at work, lifting weights and focusing on their own training.

With a sigh, I reluctantly made my way over to the lighter weights, the ones I had once found so easy to handle. But everyone here believed me to be wolfless. If I stuck in the easier section, nobody would think twice about it.

Maybe I could ease myself back into training here, away from prying eyes. The thought of being surrounded by my classmates, some of them alphas, was too daunting for now.

As I picked up some light weights, the recent events that had taken place in my life made me wonder about the abilities I possessed.

At the moment, I had no control over myself. I didn't know what I was capable of.

I couldn't help but think about the new skills that I possessed under the surface. Was I really as strong as all the legends said? Would I be able to find that part of myself soon? Or would I be hopeless forever?

As I continued my sets, I was finding it too easy. A part of me wanted to challenge myself, to test my limits.

Maybe I should just try something heavier, just to see if it's possible.

I moved over to the next station where I was able to have access to heavier weights.

As I lifted one of the dumbbells, I was met with surprise. There wasn't an ounce of weakness that coursed through my muscles, but instead, there was a raw strength— one that felt untamed.

It seemed to intensify my resolve and I pushed myself to lift more.

As I worked out, I could see the shock and astonishment in the eyes of my fellow students in the mirrors reflected around the training room. I was effortlessly able to lift weights heavier than before and my movements were fluid and powerful.

I began to worry that I was drawing too much attention to myself too soon. Surely, someone would discover the truth.

I needed to be careful.

Maybe I should go back to a lower weight? Maybe I should make it seem as if I was weak.

At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if this newfound strength had anything to do with my recent shift— with the part of me that had changed drastically and evolved my entire biology.

Had my wolf granted me abilities beyond what I could have ever imagined?

Stares from my classmates were starting to make me feel uncomfortable, and I was able to return to the lighter weights when I noticed the coach making his way over toward me. A pit fell in my stomach.

What did he want?

The coach, a burly man with a gruff demeanor, approached me, his eyes narrowing as he observed my performance. "Shana, are you okay?"

"Yes, sir," I said, swallowing back my nerves. "Is everything okay?"

Did he notice anything different about me?

Oh no, I had been discovered, hadn't I? I was stupid for thinking that nobody would question my ability to lift weights much heavier than other wolfless could handle.

I felt my face flush red with embarrassment. What would Lucas say? What would he do?

Everything was about to come crashing down on me and I wasn't prepared.

I wasn't ready for the world to know who I really was.

"I'm just very impressed by your performance, Shana," he said, his tone laced with surprise. "I don't think I've ever seen you lift this heavy before. Have you been practicing outside of school?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how I should answer the coach.

The truth was that I hadn't trained in weeks, but that wouldn't be convincing. I couldn't reveal the truth about my recent experiences, about the fact that I wasn't actually wolfless. I couldn't tell the coach that there was a wolf that resided within me, one that had been taught to us as children in a legend.

Nobody was allowed to know the truth. It was much too dangerous, and I was starting to feel a bit of that danger as the coach observed me carefully.

No. Not yet. Not until I had a better understanding of what it meant and how to control it.

I forced a smile and replied, "Yes, Coach. Actually, Lucas and I have been training consistently. He's been helping me build up my strength."

"Well, that's fantastic. Lucas has always been at the top of his physical level. He must be a wonderful coach and trainer." He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. "Keep it up, Shana. With this kind of dedication and progress, I predict amazing things for your future."

I wanted to laugh at that and tell the coach that he had no idea how ironic that statement was, but I bit my tongue instead.

With a nod, he walked off, observing the other students around us who were also training.

I returned to my workout, the questions and uncertainties swirling in my mind.

Had my body really become that much stronger without training? How was that possible, and what did it mean for my future?

Would I be able to harness my new wolf strength, or would it remain a mystery, a gift from the white wolf that stayed hidden within me forever?