Jogged Memory - (Storm's Point of View)

Noah, one of the trainers, grins when he spots me, coming over to hug me. "Great to have you back here today, Storm. You've been missed."

I return the grin. "Great to be back. How is it going?"

He shrugs. "It's going okay. We're trying for under 30 seconds for the 100-meter freestyle stroke, but the best we've got is 30.42 seconds. They're still limited by their human form and aren't fully channeling their werewolf speed."

"Hmmm...we've got six weeks before the tournament. Hopefully, they get it by then."

"Hopefully. Let's see how much your presence motivates them," he says as the boys finish their set and get out of the pool for a break.

"Storm! You came!" Corey cries as he bundles over with the other boys in his wake. They all have water dripping down their bodies.

"I promised, didn't I? Great swim. Well done, guys. How are y'all feeling?"

"Not bad. We've been consistent for some time but we're working on getting it under thirty seconds-- Noah's preferred time."