I lift Cloette. Before I could move a foot forward, Stephen’s mouth throws an irritating question at me.
“She didn’t shift into her wolf form. May I know why?”
I shoot a harsh glare at him and respond, “It’s none of your business, that’s why.”
He shrugs while smirking cockily. If Cloette doesn’t need to be taken out of here, I would’ve challenged this guy into a brawl like we used to do when we’re toddlers.
Cloette moans, getting my attention back to her.
“He’s right,” she says, feebly. “I didn’t become a wolf. After all the training I’ve gone through, I’m still so weak.”
I hush her as she wipes her tears with her rosy slender fingers.
“We’ll train more,” I say.
My words aren’t as encouraging as I would’ve hoped for. Her expression remains defeated.
“If she needs a trainer, I ha
