AMARIS’S POV
"SHE DIED IN THE FIRST 10 MINUTES?" My jaw hit the ground, and the cup of orange juice slipped right from my grip.
Fortunately, Kade’s reflexes were faster, catching the cup just before its contents could spill down my dress. He handed it back to me with a soft chuckle at my reaction.
“Even my quickies last longer,” he mused, low enough for only me to hear.
If I hadn’t been so appalled by Elder Drusilla’s previous words, I might have rolled my eyes at his arrogant comparison.
“Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds, if we’re running by factual accuracy.” Standing before the whiteboard—now filled with the names of the previous Lunas, Alphas, and Luna candidates of the pack—Elder Drusilla paused in her scribbling to pass me a frigid stare. “Only her ashes were left behind.”
