It was a loud screech of pure, unadulterated hatred. A thick silence had settled over the temple humming with a hundred withheld breaths. Every head snapped toward the source of the sound.
A woman was on her feet. Her shoulder-length, wavy brown hair seemed to crackle with the energy of her rage. Her eyes, dark and blazing were on Selene. It was more than her expression that conveyed her hatred; it was the violent, acidic energy that rolled off her in waves, a force that made those nearest to her shrink back instinctively.
"How dare she!"
The screech came again, lashing the crowd. A nervous murmur rippled through the pack, creating unease beneath the woman's fury. She began to stalk forward, her anger radiating as she did.
