Helanie:
"Good job," Emt clapped for Jenny, who had just tossed a warrior to the ground during training. We had been working extrely hard because we wanted Emt’s team to win.
He looked so muscular in his t-shirt, his bulging biceps and tattoos making him look even hotter than usual.
I had to look away multiple tis to stop myself from staring at him. I guess the mate bond was making go crazy. And sadly, sotis my body would even heat up at the sight of Kaye and Maximus as well—both of whom had already made it clear they had moved on from .
That’s why rejection was important for . They were powerful, so I didn’t know if that helped their wolves stay in control of their body heat.
"Everyone, co here!" Norman yelled, and all the teams started gathering on the main ground for the announcent.
"You were amazing today," Jenny patted my back, recalling how I had gone all out on the ground. I used all the moves Norman had taught , along with the tricks and techniques Rudy had been helping with.
I was surprised when I knocked down a big warrior. I could have never done that if I hadn’t enrolled in this academy.
We all stood together, teams lined up in front of their trainers. My ears were ringing, and my body was still heating up from the intense workout. I looked around and noticed the others looking red and flustered too.
So it was fine. Everyone else was exhausted too.
I probably wasn’t the only one checking on others, comparing my strength with theirs.
"So, training has been going well. I’m sure everyone is prepared for the test and will do their best to make their trainers proud. Now, moving on to the test details and date," Norman said, rubbing his hands together and speaking in his husky voice. He then ran his hands over his beard and mustache, his eyes shining under the sunlight.
"The test will be conducted this Friday."
I bet it wasn’t just my heart that skipped a beat.
We all took deep breaths, holding hands to give each other confidence.
"The test is called the battle of the set of beasts. You will pick one of the mbers from your team as a treasure. Your main goal will be to find a magical object and hand it over to the treasure. Now you all will surround your treasure and make sure they arrive at the finish point before the other teams. Any kind of strength used to stop the team mber will be allowed. But any foreign object used will disqualify the team and the rest of the three teams will be declared as winners. Rember, all the team mbers must reach the finishing point."
After Norman gave us the details, we were even more anxious. It was a team challenge, and unfortunately, Hans didn’t understand what that ant.
He stood tall with his shoulders broad and his hands on his waist, looking so arrogantly stupid.
"Hans, can we please have a word?" one of the girls from our team reached out to him, and he responded as if he were the trainer.
I had noticed him sotis copying Norman. He would literally watch Norman’s habits, and later that day, Hans would be seen doing the exact sa thing—with exaggerated confidence and overly dramatic movents.
"Sure, go ahead. Tell what’s going on?" he turned to her, rubbing his hand over his little beard.
"We want to discuss the test so that we know what role everyone will be playing," the girl continued hesitantly. It was the sa for everyone—they were so cautious about what to say to him because he would lose his temper quickly.
"Sure!" Hans clapped his hands and turned to us.
"Listen up! I will only repeat it once," he stood like he was our leader.
"Actually—," one of the quieter ones spoke up, looking around for confirmation from the others.
"Yes?" Hans asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We want Helanie to be the team leader. She understands us and really pays attention to our strengths."
That was where the poor girl ssed up. Hans’s eyes shifted to , and a frown appeared on his forehead—the kind that was threatening enough for to step up in front of her.
"I don’t pay attention? Is that what you’re trying to say?" he yelled. Thankfully, she was behind .
"Hey! Back off!"
As Hans got in my face, Penn sohow saw it from afar. He had been busy guiding his team until his eyes landed on us.
"You stay out of it, dawg. This is my team. I’ll deal with them my way," Hans yelled back, making roll my eyes and let out a deep sigh. He was so difficult to deal with.
"Really? How about we settle this right now?" Penn briskly made his way toward our team, catching the attention of others around us.
The trainers had already left since it was late evening, and everyone was exhausted—at least the students were.
"All that for a girl?" Hans scoffed, making so students from other teams laugh at Penn. But Penn kept walking toward him. However, the mont Penn got close, Hans took the first swing—but Penn sidestepped and caught him in a guillotine chokehold.
Everyone booed Hans as he struggled but couldn’t break free from Penn’s grip.
"Penn, let him go," I whispered, hurrying over and gently tapping his arm.
He pushed Hans away, making him stumble to the ground. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers as Hans glared at them.
"This isn’t over. I’ll hurt you where it’ll hurt the most," Hans muttered, his eyes dark with anger.
Sydney and Lucy shared a glance as if they were getting ideas. The fact that I could barely recognize Lucy anymore broke my heart.
Hans got up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and stord away.
"If he ever raises his voice at you again—I’ll cut his tongue out," Penn turned to , openly admitting why he had lost his temper.
Everyone went silent. Then, soone spoke up.
"Trying so hard to impress her?"
It was none other than Rudy.
I hadn’t even noticed that the top seniors had arrived at the ground just to check on the juniors’ training.
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