How To Train Your Endbringer Novels & Stories

Tristan’s POV I had trained hundreds of wolves, I had trained young wolves who had lost control during their first transformations. I had trained fighters who believed aggression was the same thing as strength. I had trained pack members who carried more power than they knew how to manage and taught them how to turn instinct into discipline. None of that had prepared me for sitting cross-legged on the floor of my penthouse and trying to teach a frightened six-year-old boy how to breathe.

Shade waited, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Train her mind like we do her body. Layer stress onto controlled scenarios. Teach her how to operate calmly," Ghost confirmed, like the idea. "A series of escalating drills: surprise sirens at two-thirds completion, conflicting comms to mislead, then overlay a trust exercise with one of us acting as a stranded casualty she has to rescue." Shade's voice dropped, pausing for a moment "Make her doubt herself and then prove she can overcome it", she finished, crossing her arms over her chest.

“But they also expose fractures.” “I’m not fractured,” I said sharply. Her gaze softened slightly. “No,” she agreed. “But you are carrying more than one person should.” Silence fell between us. “What kind of training?” I asked finally. “Endurance,” she replied immediately. “Shifting drills. Controlled aggression release.” I leaned back slowly. “You’re asking me to push past comfort.” “I’m asking you to rebuild trust between you and your wolf,” she said. “And if she resists?” I asked quietly.

« Your explanation cramps my conversation with you; you should take a formation in teaching. There are two possibilities here, you are joking, or you are trying to joke because I don’t see any other alternative. » « Hahahaha, you are funny. Alright, I don’t want to make you worse, first, try to control your breathing style. Breathe until you don’t have any place for the air then exhale everything. Do it while training, because I want you to be more endurant in a battle, you have great abilities for a human, you are like an unpolished gem that I am trying to work on. » « I knew it, you were joking. So all I need to do is to breathe correctly, right ? »

I say. “Good,” she says. “Then you will not cling to it as an excuse.” Bella shifts her weight, eyes flicking between us. “What does… training look like?” she asks. “First, I see what she does without thinking,” Morwen says. “Then we build from there. You two can watch or practice your own breathing exercises. Just stay out of the line of fire.” “Fire?” Naomi perks up. “Is there actual fire?” “Possibly,” Morwen says. “If she’s exceptionally stupid.”

"Uncontrolled manifestation is how wolves hurt people they care about. How they lose themselves to their animal. You need training, Elena. Real training. Before this power destroys you or everyone around you." "Katrina offered training—" "Katrina wants to use you as a weapon." He cut me off. "I am offering to help you survive long enough to choose what you become. There is a difference." "What kind of training?" "The kind that teaches control before power. That builds discipline before strength. That ensures when you fully manifest as Silvermoon, you are still Elena Reeves. Still yourself. Not just a weapon for whoever can point you in the right direction." I looked at my hands again. At the

Getting to see their excited faces when they finally master something they have been working on forever. When I walk into the arena, training is in full effect and for the first time ever, I just stop to watch the beauty that is my pack. Each of the guys and Sierra have taken a group and they appear to be teaching release techniques for close combat. Everyone is sweaty and red-faced, but happy and engaged. “Sky! Sky! Come look. I did it!!” Brandon, a very hyper eight year old that reminds me of Sam when he was little, shouts at me as he barrels into the side of my leg, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I sniffed and asked, “What is the message?” “Taoen is your brother and the key you need to protect.” “What? Why did you tell us sooner?” “I was trying to protect him from the Goblins. They need him to go to the human realm. I also need you to help train him, I couldn’t risk leaving someone to train him.” “You didn’t want any attention drawn to him.” “Yes.” “Isn’t that exactly what happened though, he has no control now and is a loose cannon.” “That is why you must train him; he may be the key, but he is also supposed to help protect you and you him. Evander will help you. He is a good man.”

“For them, yes. But they have the ability to keep their clothes on when they shift. It seems Eduardo hadn’t thought through the implications fully. An oversight he won’t be repeating, I assure you.” Just great. So that’s what they were mind linking about. Tobias was telling Eduardo off. No wonder the man fled the field so fast. This better not derail my training or heads will roll. Where do these boys get off controlling my training? ‘We can always go above them—to Baxter or King James—if they try to stop us training properly’ Zanthe’s suggestion is excellent, and one I’ll absolutely be taking up if needed. Then my imbecile of a brother opens his mouth again.

"That will never happen. Remember, Angel, you have a whole pack behind you in this war against your uncle. You're not alone here. I just found you. I won't lose you to anyone." "Today, we're going to do something different. Do you remember the ten tips you learned yesterday?” My mate nodded in response. “Good, I want you to apply them to today's training," I instructed. "Close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. Listen to my breathing and the movements of my feet. Clear your mind of everything else and when you have a lock on my position, strike."