Stahl's anger reached new heights. She had expected the bull to strike down on Aster some, but never would've believed the beast would ruthlessly assault such an angle.
She lunged at her attackers, letting her rage propel and fuel her swift movements as she managed to win back a bit of her ground against them. The two students were snickering at the she-wolf with lowly disgust, truly enjoying the show their captain was putting on.
Aster was deathly silent. His face felt flushed and pale all at once as his body strained, saturated in his own sweat and heat from his exhausting position.
He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready for any of that to be aired out like it was. Stahl had marked him? What did that even mean? His brother Cortist had told him that's a thing canines enjoyed, but when did that even happen...
