Dumped for a Weakling? Enjoy Your Loss
Before the graduation assessment, the academy announces that they are sending five people over to the Stonefang pack to participate in the warrior training there. My childhood friends urge me to go along with them, but since I'm planning to be a healer, I refuse.
That is, until Arthur Pickard, the werewolf I've been crushing on for many years, accepts my profession under the moonlight.
"Once the training is over, we'll hold a marking ceremony."
Because of his promise, I sign my name on the application form.
The night before we're supposed to depart, I head over to deliver them some herbs when I hear them talking from outside the door.
"Without us with her, will she be okay going to the