Chapter Thirty-Demanding Blood
Tristan’s chest rose and fell as he stared across the training ring. The world had narrowed to a single point: Evandra, standing there with flushed cheeks and fire still burning in her eyes. He remembered her words from moments ago—sharp, demanding, brave. Unless you’d rather keep playing games.
She wanted him to choose. To stop running.
Thorne prowled restlessly inside him, snarling for him to claim her now, to silence her doubts with the bond they both craved. Tristan’s fingers flexed at his sides, aching to reach across the space between them.
But then the weight of Kohl’s report came crashing down again. Two sentries dead. Crescent Pack’s provocation. His pack’s fear. His people needed their Alpha, and duty—always duty—came first.
Still, he couldn
