The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 22

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 22: I Need to Start Over**

**Thora’s POV:**

I had meticulously crafted a rigorous training regimen for myself, detailing every aspect from my fitness exercises to my meal preparations. The plan was not just a list; it was a lifeline, a way to reclaim my strength and identity.

As I glanced over at Amie, still lost in a deep slumber, I felt a pang of concern. She was so fragile, so far from the vibrant person I remembered.

Despite the fact that I had access to several of my abilities now—much more than I had right after my rebirth—I knew I had to tread carefully. This body, this vessel I inhabited, was still recovering from its past traumas. If I pushed myself too hard, I risked mental exhaustion that could leave me incapacitated.

My primary focus had to be on rebuilding my physical strength. That was non-negotiable.

After dinner, I wrapped up my homework, the pages filled with calculations and notes, and prepared to step outside for my training session. The air was thick with anticipation, a promise of growth and resilience.

As I strolled past Felix’s room, I noticed his door ajar, a silent invitation. Curiosity piqued, I peeked inside. There he was, hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stared at a series of tactical simulations.

His fingers danced nervously over the screen, dragging troop icons across a virtual battlefield repeatedly, yet he seemed trapped in a loop, unable to find a solution.

Just one glance was enough for me to pinpoint the flaw.

“The left wing’s formation isn’t right,” I stated, my voice cutting through the tension in the air.

Felix’s head snapped up, surprise flashing across his features before he narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you doing in here?” he snapped, his tone laced with irritation.

I brushed off his hostility and gestured toward the simulation. “The left wing of your defense is too spread out. It might seem like you’re covering more ground, but in reality, you’re leaving a gap wide enough for the enemy to slip through.”

With a few deft taps on the virtual sandbox, I adjusted the troop placements, my fingers moving with a confidence that surprised even me. The moment I finished, the ominous red “failure” warning vanished, replaced by a bright green “excellent.”

Felix, who had initially been poised to kick me out, was now utterly dumbfounded. His eyes widened in disbelief as he finally found his voice again. “This is a Class S advanced tactics simulation question. I spent three sleepless nights on it and still couldn’t crack it. How did you figure it out so quickly?”

The tension in the room began to melt away, replaced by an air of curiosity.

“I saw Grandpa use a similar formation before,” I replied, weaving a story that would keep him from prying too deeply into my secret. “But you should try running through it again by yourself. Don’t get stuck on theory alone.”

I could feel Felix’s gaze lingering on me, filled with questions he dared not voice.

I couldn’t disclose my secret of being reborn, but he was my brother, and I was determined to help him. After all, mending my relationship with Felix was one of the original Thora’s deepest desires. I longed for a family member who would stand by my side, not one who would become yet another adversary.

After an exhausting two-hour session of physical training, I finally returned to my room, my muscles aching pleasantly from the exertion. I had just stepped out of the shower, droplets of water still clinging to my skin, when my phone chimed with a new email notification.

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