Isla's POVMy eyes widened as I watched Kevin pose in a fighting stance before me, fist raised to his face, the other fist to his chest. "You really want me to hit you?" I asked carefully like I hadn't heard him clearly the first time he told me to.. "Yeah. Right across the jaw. Or my arm.. anywhere you want to... ""Um. Okay.." I awkwardly got into a fighting stance, my posture anything but serious as I was looking quite nervous. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I was actually worried about hurting him. I might hurt him, or better worse, poke my finger in his eyes. Well, that was all i could think of as I advance closer to him. It's not like i could actually cause him to fly across the training grounds like I have got any strength left in me. All my life, I had never trained. I was only made to work as a maid while being abused. Not once have i never trained and that suddenly got me wanting to know whether my father ever thought I’d be Alpha. After all, i didn't have sibling, so

"You ready Isla or do I have to remind you that we're still in the middle of training.." Kevin asked, and I clenched my hands into fist, ridding my mind off of every distracting thoughts."I'm ready..." I said, hands right In front of her me i steadied the sole of my feet back into the ground, ready to move as quickly as i could possibly move across the floor. "Be careful... Go easy on her." I heard Alex whispered as Kevin drew the string on the bow to shoot. Kevin shot the first arrow and it came straight to my right shoulder. "Ow!" I winced and grabbed my shoulder, but he didn't let me recover for a second before he fired another arrow to my left thigh."Hey!" I said whimpering like a child, and rather than hold my throbbing thigh, I took a step back, holding my fists to my face as if stopping the arrow to come straight to my face or forehead. "You should be more focused on dodging the arrows than shielding your face, Isla.. if these were real arrows, one would have gone through