Thor walked onto the field like he was the hottest thing on it, his chest puffed, chin high, arms held out like his lats required their own dedicated airspace. They did not.
Serena's jaw dropped for half a second before she caught it and put it back where it belonged.
Thor. Thor was the wolf. Thor Crushturn, the man who had narrated her dragon training like a pornographic sports broadcast, the man whose disciplinary file was thicker than most military textbooks, was going to be the wolf she fought in her first one-on-one combat drill.
The Moon Goddess was absolutely fucking with her.
On the sideline, Dex pinched the bridge of his nose so hard his knuckles went white. Fin closed his eyes and didn't open them for three full seconds.
The problem with Thor was he was a competent soldier which somehow made up for the other shit he pulled.
Tiberon had picked Thor for a reason. What that reason was, Serena couldn't be sure.
