TENNA.
My foot wouldn’t stop tapping.
Elliot had slid another scenario across the table five minutes ago and I was still staring at it. Three pack leaders with conflicting territorial claims.
What would I do?
The brothers had cleared everything for these last four days before the trials.
Rowan ran me through combat drills until my legs gave out.
Torhana beat strategies into my head until I dreamed about counters and strikes.
And Elliot got stuck with the hardest job: trying to make my brain work under pressure.
I knew the answer.
Or at least I thought I did.
My foot tapped faster against the floor.
“Tenna,” Elliot said.
“I’m thinking.”
“You’ve been thinking for five minutes.”
“It’s a complicated question.”
“It’s really not.”
I glared at him. He just waited with that pa
