“You look like death.” Griffin announced as Hannah trudged over to the training grounds. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately. Nodding off in class had become the norm for her. Her teachers were clucking in disapproval over her complete disregard for their lectures. Hannah didn’t care. All she wanted was this year to finally be over so she could go home. She wanted more than anything to nestle into her mother’s big sofa recliner and drink hot chocolate while her mother bustled about the house.
“I’m fine.” Hannah snapped.
Shrugging his shoulders, Griffin merely motioned for her to get into the combat ring. He was taken aback by the ferocity of her punches when they began. Hannah was getting better but she was still no match for the super strength of werewolves. Still, there were times
