I walked out of the lecture theater, mind churning, and into an argument.
Shenka practically chest bumped me as I exited the room, head down, and I had to jerk to a halt, squeaking in surprise for the second time. I was one of the last to leave, so at least I wasn't blocking the exit. Because the look on Shenka's face told me she wasn't letting me go until she spoke her mind.
Good then. A nice fight was just what I needed to work out the kinks.
"No hitting," I said.
Shenka's furious face fell as she blinked. "Sorry?"
"The fight we're about to have." I poked my thumb over my shoulder at Charlotte who eased past me, eyes locked on Shenka. "No hitting. Unless you want to end up pinned to the ground with a werewolf taking a chunk out of you."
Shenka shook her head, anger returning though more sullen and less apparent.
"I don't want to hit you," she said. Paused. "Okay, that's a lie."