THE WILD CAT
Theo’s voice was low, tight, as if the words were pulled through clenched teeth.
“I picked my Wild Cat,” Lucas said simply, his grip still warm on Riley’s hand.
Theo’s eyes narrowed. “You can’t have a weak Wild Cat. It’s a dangerously stupid decision.”
Riley let out the faintest eye-roll, the kind that could be passed off as nothing if anyone asked—but Theo caught it. And for the briefest second, his lips twitched like he might smile.
“She isn’t weak,” Lucas said, his voice steady, almost bored despite the stares around them. “And I believe I did the right thing.”