My wolf was angry at her calling us a weakling. I tried all my best to get up which I successfully did with all my might I growled out. I glanced at Jemima who stood with a raised brow. She folded her arms happy to have succeeded in achieving her goal.

" I knew you can do it" She smiled widely " That's the spirit I was looking for. The spirit of not giving up"

I rolled my eyes " you are mean"

" But the meanness came in handy right " she wiggled her brow " Make a pose"

I took my stance, my left leg forward and the...