Rejecting Fate: Lycan Prince’s Mate
The shuffle of boots echoed faintly against grounds.
“That leaves us with seven teams,” Theron continued. “Nicholas, Malcolm, Julian, Donovan, Christopher, Garrett, and Jasper — form your groups. The rest will be divided accordingly.”
Orion spoke up his voice low. I could read the movements of his lips, “Theron,” he called, his brows drawn together, “why not ten teams? There are ten healers.”
That was exactly what I’d been thinking.
Theron’s gaze met his, the two of them stepped aside to speak quietly. I couldn’t make out what else they said, but Orion’s tone grew tight, and Theron’s expression hardened before they finally turned back.
Sikat na Kabanata