The following week was a painful orchestra of sore muscles, lingering headaches, loads of sweat, and those horrible protein shake’s Tori insisted on making. If I had to taste another one of those disgusting shakes, I might very well explode. Tori had been right though; they were good for my body; no matter how much my taste buds revolted.

A week of strenuous training hadn’t turned me into a cold-blooded warrior, but I could at least somewhat defend myself. I would most likely balk when it came to fighting another werewolf, but I was confident I could handle a regular human with ease. Shifting had sped up my body's natural processes, giving me faster results than a human would normally see. While I wasn’t coated in thick bands of muscle, my thin frame had filled out more. My stomach had hardened, giving the hint of muscles beneath my pasty skin. My legs, which had once been feather thin, were now firm.

Alec and Kade seemed enamored with the changes on