Cynthia's POV
"As I watched Grace walk away, I couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Luna, I'll help you." Fern clenched her fists and looked at me with determination.
"Thank you, Fern, but you just need to protect yourself." I patted Fern's head. In the eyes of those noble or higher-ranked she-wolves, she was just an insignificant servant. Helping me would make her situation even more difficult.
I need to become stronger and faster to protect myself and those around me.
During boxing practice with Logan that night, I was particularly energetic.
"Did someone make you angry today? Your punches are especially fierce." Logan used force to steady my punches while wearing his hand target.
"No, I just want to become stronger faster."
"Are you going to start your dining etique
