Chapter Fifty-Six
Trina’s POV
Back in the kitchen, I make feeble attempts at calming my racing pulse while my wolf howls and rages inside of me. She despises every bit of what we saw a few seconds ago, of what we had to go through just because Anne wanted it to be that way. I want to remind myself that it is all about my revenge, that I should care less about her relationship with Logan, or whether she becomes Luna of the Black Stone Pack or not. Yet, I find myself holding onto the thought like a lifeline, uncertainty and anger coursing through me. I hate the limbo that I have been thrown into. Still, I am scared that I will end up not finding my way out of it.
Fifteen minutes go by in a blur as the bunch of us are made to help the chefs as well since we have nothing to do. We push the
