Raven POV:
Combat classes.
Just like the name promised, they were terror classes—at least for me. For everyone else? They treated it like some kind of thrilling game. Alpha kids and their egos, throw them in a field and tell them to beat each other up, and they act like it's Christmas morning. They loved it, throwing each other into the dirt with wide grins like it was playtime at the pack house. Me? I'd rather chew glass.
And as if the universe hated me just a little more today, combat class wasn't just with my group. No. It was a combined session, meaning the upper classes joined us too. And yes, fate decided to torture me personally because guess who was there?… her.
