Isolde took cautious steps backward, her head bent down. She was surrounded by werewolves of a higher rank than hers: the pack princesses, the pack's gamma, the daughter of a past Gamma, and, worst of all, the princess of the Realm. To make matters worse, Dorianna and Raula's anger seemed to radiate through the space now. It was as clear as their intense gazes settled on Selene, who had now readjusted her fringed veil.
"What's happening here?" Dorianna asked, her gaze never leaving Selene's form.
"We were just on our way home," Zeeb said in a cool tone, trying to ease the tension.
Dorianna laughed, a dry, short cackle. "Home? Did you just say home, Zeeb?" She took a step forward. "How dare you say that?" It infuriated her to hear Zeeb call it home when Selene was included. She didn't have a home here! She could never have a home here! She wasn't supposed to be breathing here, and it made Dorianna simmer in rage. She took another step forward, her eyes piercing.
