It's true that the school's disciplinarian, judge, jury, and executioner is Master Corvin. It means this fight isn't just gossip fodder anymore. It's about to become an official record.
Maribel croaks in agreement, one arm clutching her ribs. "Say goodbye to this school. You should've been expelled the second she set foot here."
Ivy groans but still manages a sneer. "Trash doesn't last long in royalty halls."
Ginny chirps in agreement. "We'll make sure of it."
Their threats boom through the circle, but no one steps toward Heidi. Not after what she just did to them. Still, their bruised and bloody face and torn dignity are the perfect picture of victims. And Heidi knows, with cold certainty, that no one in this crowd will remember who threw the first claws.
Her wolf snarls louder now. "They bleed because of us. They tremble because of us. Yet they dare to taunt still. Give me control. Let me finish them."
Not here. Heidi grits her teeth. Not now.
