Chapter 92 Lover Boy And His Muse

• Katarina
• I stretch my neck, turning it left and right, then stretch my arms and bend, trying to straighten my back. We’re sparring in combat class today. It’s exciting because I didn’t have anyone to practice with when I lived with Aunt Mary. Physicals are my best part of Wolf Academy. It’s a good way to brush up on the skills dad taught me.
• “Well, Luna Katarina, let’s see what you’ve got,” Bex mocks, challenging me, and I take up the challenge. I take my position, rolling my hands into fists, and we start the fight. She throws the first punch, and I duck. She keeps throwing punches, but I bend, swirl to the left, then to the right, avoiding every hit. I swiftly slide my leg under hers. She misses her step and falls to the ground.