Chapter 8 Being Courted

HERMIONE'S POV

During this time, Elizabeth and I ran a training class. Just like before, we rescued some homeless or bully pups and gathered them together to learn some self-protection moves. Everything was going as expected.

I walked towards to the woman who had long fiery hair and she was in the middle of a break after she had taught the young cubs and even the old ones how to wield their swords.

I saw her take her towel and wipe the sweat from her body. The moment she had seen me, her lips curved up and she walked in my direction with a smile.

“What's up? You want to teach them too or maybe... you want to be taught by me?” She playfully asked.

I rolled my eyes as I pushed her face away from me. “Shut it, Megan. Just continue what you're doing with them and don't mind me.”

Megan. One of our trainers. She's a certified flirt. She loves teasing and playing with people's emotions, but she's the type of flirt who flirts. She won't accept people in her life easily—especially when it come