Pokemon X Novels & Stories

Nobody stands on it during rites. Four hundred years of people learning to fight in this room, and I’m stood on top of the mark they left, doing the same turn six times in a row for a man who is telling everybody watching that my body doesn’t work. “Again.” I dropped my hands. “It doesn’t fucking work for me.” “Because you’re fighting it.” “Because it was designed for somebody who can feel where their wolf is about to put their weight.” His face tightened. Maddox looked at him. “She’s right.”