"Now, that's enough!" Alpha Dennis roared, his wolf threatening to come to the surface. "Luna Reana, you've made your point. Now, you can have your seat and let this meeting be held in peace!"
Reana rolled her eyes. This meeting wouldn't be held. She'd make sure of it. But she said nothing and strolled to her seat like she owned the place, though her breathing was ragged and laced with exhaustion.
Fighting that brute took all of her strength. But she didn't let them see it. Not the tremble in her fingers. Not the ache in her ribs. Not the blood she could still taste at the back of her throat.
Markkus stepped forward and handed her the cloak she'd taken off earlier. She wore it and flipped the hoodie over her head, hiding her facial features once more.
As she sat, her eyes swept across their faces – all pretending not to be shaken by what they'd just witnessed. All pretending they hadn't seen a belittled Luna thrash one of them.
Cowards.
