Ravena's POV
I watched Astrid throw her tantrum like a spoiled child who had been told she could not have candy. She was screaming and gesturing wildly as she ignored every command, every rule, every ounce of discipline that the battlefield demanded.
And all I could think was how utterly pathetic she looked.
My wolf snarled inside me, furious and restless. "She is going to get people killed."
"I know," I muttered under my breath, my hands clenching into fists.
I turned sharply, my eyes locking onto Lucien. He was standing a few feet away, his sword lowered, his face pale and strained. He stared at Astrid with something that looked like helplessness.
My rage flared hotter.
"Why the hell are you not restraining her?" I asked loudly, my voice cutting through the noise around us.
Luci
