His nostrils flared. Once. Then twice. Slowly, he turned his head, and the corner of his lips curled up.
“That smell of yours...."
He took one step forward. And stood there for seconds.
Elowyn’s knees locked.
Baron straightened.
"Cadet Riven Thorney...." Barked one of the instructors from the platform. “....you have thirty seconds. Find your match or step back.”
Riven looked like he was about to say something then stopped. Slowly, he moved down one more line instead. Past her. His fingers twitched.
He hadn’t chosen her.
But his eyes… they flicked back.
And she knew.
He’d scented something off.
But he wasn’t sure. Yet.
Riven Thorney moved on.
Elowyn didn’t breathe until he stepped back into the inner circle and gave a single nod to a male from a northern clan.
The instructors
