Chapter 43 Blood On The Ring

• Kimberly's eyes widened as she observed Sheila clench her fist in a fighting stance. With her mind reeling with dread and confusion, she asked, “Wait, aren't we starting with basics first?”
• Sheila raised her brow in question, her facial expression turning grave with irritation.
• “Um…” Kimberly drawled awkwardly. “What I mean is… aren't we going to start with shapeshifting, or… yunno, practice how to run very fast with superspeed reflexes, or… how to protrude my fangs or elongate my claws… ?” Her words tumbled out of her mouth unsteadily and frantically, while Sheila’s glare on her remained unforgiving.