Chapter 39

• “Thorin, you need to make a decision,” Kara’s voice was tight with impatience, her eyes burning with the same fiery determination that had drawn me to her in the first place. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel it in the pit of my stomach—like a storm was brewing, ready to tear everything apart.
• I didn’t answer immediately, choosing instead to lean against the stone wall, my arms crossed over my chest. The weight of my position was crushing, a constant reminder that everything I did—or didn’t do—would have consequences.
• The pack was waiting for me. My pack. And I wasn’t sure what they expected. What I expected.