Cierra:
When the crowd thinned and the wolves dragged Dominic and Dane in opposite directions, I couldn’t stand anymore. My legs felt carved from wax, trembling and soft. Every inhale was a blade against my ribs. Sweat clung to me in cold patches, drying sticky on my skin, but worse than the ache in my body was the pain in my chest—the two gazes still burning into me, searing me from inside out.
Dane’s eyes, raw with need. Dominic’s eyes were steady with promise.
I turned away before I shattered. The murmurs of the pack followed me as I left the training ground, voices like the hiss of water on stone. My abandoned staff still lay in the dirt, splintered from my last strike, but I didn’t pick it up. I couldn’t.
The path back to my room blurred. My body carried me, though I wasn’t sure h
