Chapter 54 The Poetic Luna's Punches

• “Is that all you can do?” A squeaky but not-so-sweet voice halted me from throwing more punches.
• The thought of my father and his hideous attitude and actions evaporated from my thoughts.
• I pivoted to the voice’s owner. He’s one of the pups that are still gawking at me. “Excuse me?” I breathed. I was panting, actually. I'm on the last day of my monthly bleeding and I'm doing exercises out here in the middle of snowy grounds and chilled air. The floor's concrete and solid beneath my feet, but it didn't help the fact that it's crusted with frost.