What was going on?

I hurried over and grabbed Mathilda’s shoulder when I saw her head for the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked and spun her around. I backed away to block her path. It wasn’t safe out there, especially for a thirteen-year-old who didn’t even have a wolf yet. 

“I want to fight,” she said defiantly.

My eyes rounded and my jaw dropped. I’d always been protective of her but this wasn’t that- it was a mix between ...