Chapter 378

　　Tabitha's POV 　　Deep down, I was anything but calm or collected. All I felt was this endless madness and obsession. 　　The Thunderflame Isles were known among werewolves as the Isles of Death. It was a secret training ground for special agents where most who got in didn't come out alive. 　　Those who ended up there were either orphans with no one to turn to or rogues who lost everything in war. All of them were individuals standing alone. 　　Most of them were put into training at a very young age. Sure, there were some like me who weren't exactly kids anymore, but they usually had some kind of background in this field. 　　If I just waltzed in there without a plan, it'd be a one-way ticket to death. It was understandable that Derek flipped out about it. 　　"Tabitha, you can't think like that! Didn't you use to wish to set up a hospital for regular folks? I've built it for you. Although Daphne changed the name, it's already running with top-notch doctors from both domestic and international