Savage
I say, looking around for a real challenge.
“You. What’s your name?” I ask the warrior who has the lean, ropey muscles of someone who is usually underestimated.
“I’m Silas, Luna,” he says.
“Step forward Silas,” I say.
“Okay. This is a demonstration. I’m not sure how this entire pack seems to be unaware of what a Guardian is or what it means to be one, but I’m about to send you to school so you can find out.”
“Reagan,” Kieran says. “You can’t fight five at once.”