*storm's POV*

Scott couldn't continue the lecture. He snarled, baring white teeth at me, be he has no chance to say anything else, meeting the rush of another small army of lycans.

I glanced at my right and noted castor and Hermes were fighting in their beast form. I drew out the knife and started glittering, long flashing lights that sizzled with heat as it sliced through several lycans.

Castor turned back to his human form and jumped on me. "I want one of those." He indicated my knife with the sword he picked from the floor.

"Scott said it's better I handle it."

Castor nodded. "You don't still get...