Ferdinand clapped and beamed at the girls with pride.
I raised my hand. "Excuse me."
He stopped and turned to me. Everyone else did too. Maria got up from the mat, rubbing the side of her head while she eyed me closely.
"Yes, Harlow, what is it?" Ferdinand asked.
"It's pretty obvious that everyone has been well trained..." The obvious ending of that sentence trailed off: except me. "So, what's the point in training?"
"I can understand your concern," Ferdinand said. "But for a shifter, every day should include some type of fight training. These classes are to show what type of skills you all have, and how quickly you take to new ones. Keep in mind, you are always being watched."
Wow. So not creepy at all. My eyes widened before I flicked my gaze around the room, looking for came
