Sharpening Her Claws

Valerie’s POV

With the help of some servants, I moved one of the televisions from the house into my bedroom. Then, behind closed doors, I continued my training. To my surprise, my punches flew a bit harder this time. Once, I even punched straight through the porcelain of a bedside lamp.

I blinked, startled. My knuckles were cut but already healing.

“Is this your strength?” I asked my wolf.

“Yes,”