ADINNA’S POV
Combat class was supposed to be about strategy, precision, and control.
At least, that’s what the instructor kept preaching while we stood in the training hall. It’s a massive stone room that smells faintly of sweat, metal, and burnt magic. The air is humming with energy as every student is being paired off. Claws, fangs and egos are on full display.
I’ve been paired with a werewolf named Carter. He has big and broad shoulders, with the kind of grin that screamed “I bench press people for fun.” He cracks his knuckles as if the sound alone would intimidate me. It doesn’t although I’d be lying if I said my palms aren’t sweaty.
“Try not to embarrass yourself, witch,” he says as he paces the circle. His teeth flashes as he smirks at me. “Wouldn’t want your pretty little face t
