CARISSA’S POV
I’m sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden, I feel a sensation on me.
Cold.
Ice-cold water drenches my body, shocking me awake. I jolt up, gasping. My blankets are totally soaked and my nightshirt clings to me like a second skin. My breath comes in sharp bursts as my eyes snap to the figure standing at the foot of my bed.
Arnold.
Dressed entirely in black. His arms are crossed and he’s glaring at me. I catch sight of the bucket next to him.
"What the hell, Arnold?!" I snap, shivering, glaring at him.
“Sir Arnold to you!” he corrects “Don’t think because you’re Luna now, it makes us equals. Do you understand?”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes “Yes sir. What the hell is this all about?”
"You wanted training." His voice is calm, matter-of-fact. "You have five minute
