Willow
WE'RE OUTSIDE ON A COOL, MISTY MORNING WHEN IT HAPPENS. Dominik's teaching me to use a bow and arrow, to hunt in the traditional shifter way.
He stands behind me, helping me align the arrow and aim to hit my target.
While Dominik can fire off an entire quiver of arrows so accurately they start landing atop one another on the bullseye, I can barely hit the target to begin with. Even after hours of practice, I'm pretty abysmal. I'm getting discouraged and starting to feel down on myself. I turn back to him, frustrated. "I'm never going to be any good at this."
"You've only been doing this for a day." His arms wrap around me. "A year from now, you'll be able to hit the bullseye nine times out of ten."
