Chapter 65 Soraya's Kiss

• ~ Thorne ~
• The feast after the first round of the Wolfstone Trials should have been a moment of victory, a chance to revel in our accomplishments, but I could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. The dining hall was filled with the clamor of Alphas, celebrating with raised mugs and laughter that rang hollow in my ears. My mind was elsewhere, locked on the gauntlet, the second round that loomed over us, and, most of all, Elara.
• I stole a glance at her across the room, seated beside Ronan. They were speaking in hushed tones, and I clenched my fist beneath the table as jealousy twisted in my chest. The warmth in her eyes when she looked at him was unmistakable, and it stung more than any wound I’d received in the trials.