Chapter 30: Take Off Your Shirt
Riven was annoyed. No—he was furious. Ronan stood before the group, arms crossed, radiating that effortlessly cool and untouchable aura of his, giving out instructions like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t dragged Riven away last night, pinned him and rudely punished him the other day.
And now? Not a single glance in Riven’s direction.
Oh, sure, he looked at everyone else—Troy, Raphael, the other warriors, even the ground got more attention than Riven did.
Riven scowled. Unbelievable.
"Today’s training will be focused on agility, endurance, and combat drills," Ronan announced, his voice firm but detached. "Before we leave for the first hunt in three days, I need to make sure all of you can keep up."
Riven bristled. Oh, he’ll keep up all right. He’ll keep up by clinging onto Raphael’s very muscular arms, thank you very much.
Troy, the unofficial leader of their little group, clapped his hands together. "Alright, you heard the Alpha! Let’s get moving to the training grounds!"
The others started moving, and Riven fell into step beside Raphael, shooting him a sideways glance. "He’s acting like last night didn’t happen," he grumbled.
Raphael turned to look at Riven and was met with his droopy ears, "Did you say something?" He asked.
Riven shook his head vigorously.
Still sulking, Riven made it his mission to cling to Raphael for the rest of training.