“Are you sure you don’t want to spar with someone else?” I ask Allison, dodging one of her punches and aiming a kick at her shin that doesn’t land.
“Yes, I am sure.” She grabs my arm and pulls me over her head before throwing me to the ground. “I don’t think anyone else will volunteer either.”
I groan, eyeing the rest of the pack surrounding us. They all look away when Allison turns to them. It seems as if I am stuck with the lioness.
I meet Zack’s eyes from across the room. He cringes when he looks at my position and subtly looks away from my pleading eyes.
Bastard.
“Get up, we haven’t finished warming up.”
Warming up?
I get up again. This time, Allison decides to make an imitation of my kick, except hers is much more effective. I drop again.
“Claire,” Al
