RYKER
Well, this was fun until I had to touch them.
The curse trailing me became f*****g annoying from the moment this trial began.
My wolf bristled with every bond I completed, the mark burning hotter each time, and still the curse persisted. It whispered, it laughed: low, mocking, like claws scratching along my skull. The sound seeped beneath my skin, getting on my nerves with every second.
“You are my pack member,” I muttered to the Alpha in front of me, tearing my hand away the instant the bond sealed. I didn’t even spare him another glance before sprinting past.
“Twelfth,” my wolf growled in my head, counting them off. Twelve bonds down and still no end in sight. I was moving at lightning speed, finishing this pathetic farce before I forgot why we were even in this cursed forest
