Ravyn clenched his jaw so hard it ached and slowly pushed himself up from the stool, his whole-body tense with frustration.
Tomorrow was supposed to be their coronation day, the moment everything finally came together.
Yet here Seraphine stood, cool as ice, demanding that Daisy strip right there in front of the entire pack and kiss the damn ground like some kind of public humiliation.
Yeah, Daisy had kicked off the bet. She'd been the one tossing out those wild challenges left and right. But wasn't Seraphine supposed to be the kind one deep down?
Wasn't she the same girl who used to donate her own blood without hesitation just to keep Daisy alive?
The memory hit Ravyn like a punch to the gut as he stared at her, his eyes burning with a messy storm of frustration, disbelief, and leftover hurt.
