Satis was heaving heavily and sweating profusely. The beads of perspiration ran down the side of her face to her neck, while her skimpy clothing and untied silver hair were being swayed by the cool breeze. Her eyes did not leave Fireon’s sultry ones. The smile on his lips was admittedly driving her crazy. But she would not want him to know that. Not at the moment. She was busy trying to defeat him in the last couple of hours, training just around the premises of her residence. However, she could never get in par with him.
True, she had been coached rigorously and was training hard since she was twelve, but there was just something different with the shifter’s agility, techniques and strength. Well, endurance too if she may add. So, Satis stretched her wings and furled them after some mome
