We walked right across the training yard, heading to the forest. I would have preferred this fight take place in the training yard like so many other events; It was familiar ground for me. I knew every bump, every blade of grass. I'd been training there since I was eight years old, even though I hadn't technically been allowed to. After school, I would sit on the sidelines and watch the sessions, following along at my own speed. Until the head warrior, Ned, allowed me to train alongside the others, conditionally. I wasn't allowed to spar until I was thirteen. And that had been my routine for years, until I was old enough to train properly like everyone else.
Tonight however, the fight would be taking place in a more traditional setting, for werewolves anyway. As we neared our destination,
