Elias didn’t even glance over his shoulder as he stalked off. Just that maddening, cocky, easy walk with his shoulders loose and his hands shoved deep in his pockets like he had no cares in the world. My wolf pressed against the insides of my skin, claws scraping, teeth bared. It wanted me to snatch the bastard by the collar and slam him up against the nearest wall and demand to know exactly what had gone down between him and Nora before I had arrived. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to, hell no, every muscle in my body ached to, but because if I gave in and let myself go, I would lose control. And right now, I needed control more than I needed blood. Barely. By noon, I’d run, fought, and worked off enough of the tension in Hawthorne’s training hall to think clearly, but the itch under my skin didn’t go away. I told myself it was because the trials were less than a week away. Okay, more like two, but still. The pressure was high, the stakes were higher than they ever had been.
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