TENNA.
Torhana’s hand curled into a fist on the table.
The insult was clear.
My hands were shaking under the table. I pressed them against my thighs, trying to calm down.
This was a trap. They were backing me into a corner—either submit to their tests and risk public humiliation, or refuse and be relegated to the class of a w***e.
Either way, I lost respect.
"What are the trials?" I asked, proud that my voice came out steady.
"Tenna—" Elliot started.
"What are the trials?" I repeated, looking at Matthias.
He smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.
"The first trial is diplomacy. You will negotiate a treaty with a neutral pack on behalf of Pentmoon. The second is strength. You will survive a challenge of our choosing. The third is loyalty—you will be required to make a choice that demons
