CHAPTER TWELVE
Elara's pov
"Widen your stance" Ronan instructed me as I punched the punching bag. I crunched lower and placed my fists protectively in front of my face.
"Again" his voice boomed in the empty gym and I began attacking the punching bag once more.
"Your punches need to be firm and aimed. Don't just helplessly flail your fists around" he barked out and I immediately clenched my fists tighter and aimed at a particular spot on the punching bag. A part of me believed this was Ronan's way of punishing me for terrorizing his pack members who stayed at the pack house.
He was never satisfied with my stance or my punches, always hauling snide remarks when I did something wrong. Once he asked me if I thought the punch I delivered to the punching bag would faze a human.