Fintan Silver POV:
Staying locked inside a room that wasn’t even mine while everyone else was fighting made me feel awful. I knew werewolves were vicious creatures; they were familiar with death, and would rather perish in combat than run for their lives. I was born a fox, a natural escape artist, so I would never see the appeal in giving away my life in a battle. But when I thought of Marcy, and how she was risking her own neck to protect me, I suddenly felt the desperate desire to fight by her side.
However, it was foolish of me to think I could be of any help in a war. After attending so many training sessions, I might even be able to take two or three wolves down, but how long would it take for them to notice how easily they could get rid of me? By showing myself on the battlefield,
