CHAPTER 268: Fires of Obsession
The fire cracked sharply in the hearth, sending tongues of orange light flickering across the walls of Holly's house. The only noise that could be heard outside her house was the sound of children running about and pack members talking and strolling.
Inside, Holly's eyes burned with fury. She could still feel it—the sting of humiliation from the training grounds.
Her boots clicked sharply against the floor as she moved through her home, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. The firelight caught in her dirty blonde hair, already loose from the bun she had hurriedly tied that morning.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, jaw tight. Nia. Laia. Joren. All of them had dared to speak back to her, had dared to call her out like she was their equal.
