Serana plopped onto the nearest couch like a queen without a crown, her purple eyes burning holes into Aria's back.
"An Omega, she seethed. I bowed to an Omega?"
She crossed her arms tightly, trying to smother the humiliation boiling inside her chest. Her stare never left Aria, as if she just focused hard enough, she could erase her from existence.
Elder Vaughn cleared his throat, loud and purposeful. The tension snapped like brittle twigs underfoot.
"She is awakened," he said, turning to Alpha Thorne, though his voice carried through the room. "Perhaps that explains the command."
Aria shifted awkwardly, uncomfortable with all the eyes on her. She had never wanted attention like this.
Alpha Thorne's brows knitted. "Awakened from what, exactly?" he snapped. "The prophecy? Because what we have seen so far tells us nothing!"
