Chapter fifty seven

Alessia's POV

I glared at Allen as he tried showing off his archery ability, it annoys me everytime he throws my dull skill in my face. But one thing I do know for certain is that he can't wave his fist and move as swiftly as I can. At the same time, being really great at archery is the feature of being part of a Winter family.

It feels awful when you are the only one in the whole family different and unable to do what they all do best. I have been trying my best to understand why as an evolving family they still have to stick to the use of something so ancient as an arrow to fight against werewolves.

And here I am a supposed heiress who is so poor at shooting an arrow. It's our daily routine of practicing in the early hours of the morning before heading to school as ordered by grandpa. Judging by the view of the sky, I might be stuck here with Allen for another hour.

"Can I get some rest already?" I howled into the silent morning. Causing Joxer to throw a burning stare towards me.