Elder Staline (iii.)

It was not extremely bad, but at least it was a reaction. A reaction for him was a reaction. He had hit where it hurts the most and it worked.

Elder Staline was damn sure, even if he was the oldest wolf in the pack, there was a possibility Cassie would beat him if she wanted to. 

After all, she was the future alpha, the moon goddess blessed by turning her alone in the pack, a year earlier. Who said the moon goddess wouldn't give her the power to beat the shit out of the sweet elder wolf who had just turned into one of the old arrogant bastards? 

But no. Never in her life had she ever fought with anyone, and her first was not going to be with an elder wolf.

She wouldn't.

For her first, she wanted it to be in the training room, fighting as training, with Beta Jean on his back saying, "you have done it, Cassandra, I am proud of you." 

Well, a girl can dream.