Kiana
“I don’t understand. You accessed your magic in human form before, when your wolf forced you to use it. Do I need to fatally wound someone to let that happen?” Evalina snarled in frustration at my recent failure.
Today’s assignment? Offensive magic. All I had to do was move a stick.
One lousy stick.
Instead, I was covered in sweat, and the stick just sat in its original place in the grass, mocking me.
“I wouldn’t risk it. I don’t think me moving this stick is going to save anyone today,” I panted and sat down in the grass. This was a better workout than any cardio. Muscles I didn’t even know I had ached at the strain of trying to move that damn branch.
I expected the Crone to force me up, but she just went unnaturally still, and her eyes grew vacant. Worried it was Claudine, I
