Chapter 38: Chapter 38

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I helped Elizabeth up. At this time, she should pull herself together. We didn’t have much time to waste. She had to learn to fight quickly.

“Elizabeth, listen to me. I’m not exaggerating. The entire tribe is on high alert now. The enemy is very powerful. You’re the future Luna of the tribe and might become their next target, but you don’t know how to protect yourself now. You don’t want Armstrong to always worry about your safety, right!”

Elizabeth’s eyes darted around. I didn’t know which of my words finally convinced her. She looked at me nervously.

“Yes, I’m Luna of the tribe. Margaret, you’re right. I’ll find time to train.”

“Right now,” I said firmly.

“Now?” Elizabeth looked around the messy room. “No, Margaret, I have unfinished business.”

“There’s time for these things.” I didn’t want to give her a chance to stall. “Let’s go train now. I might not be experienced enough. Let’s go find Armstrong. He’ll be willing to help you.”

“Oh no, I don’t want him. That’s impossible,” Elizabeth refused flatly.

I was sure that something must have happened between her and Armstrong.

Elizabeth’s eyes darted around the house and fell on Anthony.

“Anthony can do it too. He can help me train.”

I looked at Anthony, who nodded.

Well, now I was sure that something must have happened between Elizabeth and Anthony too.

However, Anthony was indeed a great beta warrior, even better than Armstrong. This was because he trained every day and did not have to deal with so many things like Armstrong.

I nodded and frowned at Elizabeth’s clothes. A miniskirt and high heels. I had to say something.

“Elizabeth, you can’t go to training like this.”

“Huh?” Elizabeth looked at me blankly and picked out a pair of hot pants decorated with ornaments. “Will this do?”

I looked at her with a headache. It took me a long time to persuade her to wear my sportswear that was suitable for training.

We chose the backyard of our own house as the training ground because Elizabeth refused to go to the training ground no matter what. She said she did not want anyone to see her in this stupid sports suit.

Teaching Elizabeth was not an easy task.

She had no training foundation, and was full of complaints and unwilling to exert any strength.

She was unwilling to fight in wolf form because she did not want her hands to touch the soil. This was really the most ridiculous reason I had ever heard. Did she even remember that she was a werewolf?

We could only execute some simple moves. I asked her to retract her fist and punch, telling her how she should block attacks and use the force to grab the other party’s wrist if I punched like this. Elizabeth complained that my fist hurt her and that her arm would bruise in a few hours. She would never be able to go out and meet people again.

She was completely on strike.

Anthony and I took turns to persuade her, but Elizabeth was very determined. She looked like she would cry if we continued. We really had no choice.

“Don’t waste time on me,” Elizabeth muttered. “I don’t want to be in training anymore. It’s not my place.”

“Elizabeth, try again. I promise I won’t hit you again.” I refused to give up.

Elizabeth’s eyes looked at me as if she was trying to decide if what I said was true. Her gaze shifted between Anthony and me as she said, “If I have to train, I think I can make the same moves by watching you. You guys make the moves. I’ll watch and learn.”

I knew that Elizabeth was just running away. I looked back at Anthony. He was already in a fighting stance. He would never disobey Elizabeth. A desire to fight welled up in me. I wanted to fight Anthony too. He was the best Beta in the tribe. I wanted to see how far I could go.

I faced Anthony and assumed the same fighting posture.

We paced the field, our eyes fixed on each other’s actions, looking for an opportunity.

Anthony was the first to attack. He quickly stepped forward and threw a punch at me. I was already prepared and dodged it, but his next punch was already coming. I lowered my body slightly to avoid his punch and hit his abdomen at the same time.

Anthony took a step back. Before I could catch my breath, he quickly spun behind me and kicked at me. I rolled to the side, unable to dodge, and lay on the ground. At the same time, I instinctively stretched out my legs to counterattack.

Anthony blocked me with his arms. We were in a deadlock, but I could feel that my strength was far inferior to his. I was being suppressed, little by little.

“What are you doing?” I heard a voice say.

I turned toward the direction of the voice and saw a surprised Armstrong.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om