Chapter 8

The entire table stands quickly. Duke and Zara look frantic around as the guards and other trainees prepare for a fight. Maverick turns to me with worried eyes. “Sloan, stay here with my mother. I have to help the pack get to my brother.” He commands in a deep tone placing his hand on my shoulder. I swipe his hand away with a glare. “I am not a damsel in distress. I am going after them too,” I hiss as my lip twitches with anger. Maverick looks at me for a moment before Zara chimes in. “Sweetie, we don’t fight with the men. You must leave this to them.” She declared, grabbing my hand. I turn to her, lifting a brow. “I don’t depend on men to take care of me. I am a fighter, not someone’s property,” I retort, and Zara is taken back by my response. She looks at Maverick. “You were right. She is feisty” She laughs, looking back at me. “As you wish. I like your spunk and no fear you will be perfect for thi