{"Drugs are a bet with the mind." }
Fennel had declared a challenge. The damn bastard had declared a challenge for the right to mate with my mate. Rage coiled in my chest, hot and uncontrollable, but before I could react, Freyr stood up. With calm, calculated steps, he walked over and stopped just inches from me, his eyes sharp with amusement.
"This is the bait we needed," he said smoothly. "Why are you reacting when he just walked right into the trap?"
I clenched my fists. Trap or not, this was personal.
Tor growled beside me, his body thrumming with barely restrained fury. "Fennel is testing my patience," he snarled.
"You need to calm down," I scolded, narrowing my eyes at him.
Then, without missing a beat, I turned to Flora. "Go back and announce that the winner of the challenge will have to prove his worth…" I let my words linger for dramatic effect before smirking. "…by awakening my wolf."