Kiana
“You’re not focusing,” the Crone snarled and rapped her staff against the ground again.
“You give me that staff, and I’ll show you just how well I can focus,” I muttered under my breath as I envisioned cracking the staff over her head.
Her eyes narrowed, an indication that she’d heard exactly what I said. Irene, Lunessa, and Janelle looked on nervously. Today’s training session was not going well. The Crone couldn’t figure out how I could almost drain an entire pack, but I couldn’t even pluck at one wolf’s pack bond. The wolf in question, a young juvenile named Elise, played happily in the grass.
Juveniles had essentially built up zero protections around their pack bonds. Pack children were claimed immediately, although the protection only went one way. They couldn’t provide for
