Lyra POV
“Eat,” Travis demanded with a rumble behind the word.
My hand squeezed around the fork. What I wouldn’t give to shove the prongs straight into his eyeball. I breathed out slowly through my mouth, forcing my fingers to relax. I couldn’t fight him openly; I’d just submitted to him publicly, after all.
My wolf growled in my chest. It was all she’d done for the past two weeks since we’d returned to Yosemite. She was a constant vibration of irritation and frustration. She was pissed I’d caved. She was pissed Travis cheated to win the challenge, and she was pissed we hadn’t claimed Ronan when we had the chance.
Dammit.
I bit the inside of my cheek, not even flinching at the metal taste of blood. I was so angry I could barely see straight, but I couldn’t go back on my word. Being a
