DRAVEN
Circe might have been drunk, but speaking poorly of her sister and disparaging her sobered her up faster than I could have expected.
Her words were clear and not slurred like they had been just a few moments ago.
She just kept making this easier—it seemed the gods were on my side.
"I had always known that Althea, who unfortunately bears the Nocturne name, would be a disgrace, but to me, a monster—that had been a different matter." She lit up her speech with a little chuckle that was echoed by many others listening.
"Our maids, slaves, and pack will tell you exactly what she was: a powerless bitch who grew more and more pathetic with the days that went by. There was simply no end to her uselessness to this pack, just like many other omegas like her."
