Eleanor's POV

“Yayyyyyy!” The encouraging cheers of the cadets a bit far off became as heartwarming as people cheering in a sports competition. My wolf needed this spike of energy.

The remaining rogues circled warily, no longer as sure of themselves. They should’ve run. Instead, they attacked together, hoping to overwhelm us. Fools!

“I wouldn't let you defeat us, or you think you can?” I mocked, scattering the dust on the ground. Part of what got me really angry at how I became the target of every attack. Probably it was karma trying to make me stronger by force or natural forces trying to kick me out of my rightful...