Rihanna’s POV

This Logan was making me lose my mind.

Lounging at Beatrice, I hit her down. I stretched out my hand to help her up, and she leapt to her feet. This training was helping me vent my anger.

I kicked Beatrice again, and she fell—but rolled before my heel could squash her down there. And I was venting on Beatrice. Poor girl.

My eyes shone red, and Lana took over, about to initiate a barrier to counter Beatrice’s incoming kick, but I stopped my wolf. ...