The Goddess Vessel의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Just as I thought it was over, my mom stepped forward again, her presence commanding the room once more."One last thing," she said, her gaze sharp and sweeping over the crowd. "If you have a valid reason for missing a session, you must notify your trainer in advance. We understand emergencies happen, but communication is key."With that, she nodded, signaling the end of her part. "Thank you all."I let out a small sigh of relief, glad the announcements were over. But as I glanced around, I couldn't help but notice the lingering tension in the room. This was going to be an adjustment for everyone-including me."Luna, I have a question."I stiffened at the sound of Lillian's voice. She didn't even wait for acknowledgment, standing up with an air of self-importance as she raised her hand halfway, more for show than necessity."Yes, go on," my mom said, her tone polite but firm."Does being wolfless count as a valid reason?" Lillian asked, her voice dripping with mock concern. She turned

We started with basic exercises-agility drills, coordination tests, and strength-building routines. Lillian, as expected, moved with the effortless grace of a seasoned werewolf, her every step fluid and precise. She was fast, almost unnervingly so, her lithe form weaving through the obstacles like it was second nature.Me? I wasn't as lucky. Without a wolf's heightened senses and reflexes, I had to rely on sheer determination and muscle memory. Each leap and pivot felt like a battle against my own limitations, and I knew Lillian was watching, waiting for me to falter."Come on, Vanessa," she taunted during one of the sprints. "Is that all you've got? No wonder-""Focus on yourself, Lillian," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.Her laugh was low and mocking. "Touchy, aren't we?"As the drills escalated, it became glaringly obvious that she was pushing me on purpose. During a sparring exercise, she lunged a fraction too hard, her claws barely missing my arm."Careful," she cooe

It took three long weeks for my body to heal, though I wouldn't call it "healing" in the traditional sense. Without a wolf, I was nothing more than a human, and my bones repaired themselves at a human pace. Each day felt like an eternity, and the pain lingered, but eventually, I could get out of bed without needing someone to pull me up.I had grown accustomed to the silence in the house, to the absence of my parents. They had become more distant in the past few weeks, always busy with pack matters and hardly ever home. I couldn't blame them-they were leaders, after all-but it didn't make their absence any easier to bear. The training program continued as usual, but I wasn't allowed to attend anymore. That was just one more reminder that I was different.I made my way downstairs, my body moving on autopilot as I prepared breakfast. Mom and Dad's side of the table was empty, and the silence felt louder than ever. I hadn't been able to check on Susan during my recovery. I'd asked my par

I knew in that moment that I couldn't rely on anyone else. Everyone was too busy fighting to notice me, too lost in the chaos to see the rogue closing in on the defenseless child. Panic surged through me, but I forced it down, my mind racing to figure out what to do.Then, something caught my eye-a glint of metal. It was a dagger, discarded in the dirt. My heart skipped a beat as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I moved toward it, every step slow and deliberate, my body trembling from the sheer tension. The rogue was getting closer, its eyes locked on the child, its movements predatory, unaware of me creeping in from behind.I gripped the dagger with both hands, its cold hilt familiar against my palm as I steadied my breath. I had to be quiet, had to move like a shadow. I couldn't afford to make a sound.The child whimpered, their small body shaking in fear, the rogue now only a few feet away. I felt a surge of protectiveness rise within me, but I held it back, pushing all emo

It had been a week since the attack. We had won the war-we won-but the victory felt hollow, like a hollow echo that only grew louder the longer I lingered in the aftermath. The battle was over, but the price we paid had been steep. I could feel it in my bones, a deep, gnawing emptiness that never left, even when I tried to sleep. And now, here I was, lying in a sterile room, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and the sound of hushed voices beyond the door.I couldn't remember much of what had happened in those crucial moments after the battle. All I knew was that I'd fainted. My body had betrayed me, succumbing to the endless loss of blood. They had found me, deep in the woods, alone and broken, just as I deserved. My body still ached in places I couldn't even touch, but it was the internal wounds that hurt the most. The ones that would never heal.My mind raced, memories of that night clawing at me from every corner. I shook my head, trying to push them away, but the images flashe