Savannah's POV
"You look absolutely dreadful tonight, sweetie. So terribly pale."
I turned slightly to face the voice, keeping my expression neutral. Of course she would approach me now.
Sarah Renata stood before me, her petite frame barely reaching my shoulder. She was the omega everyone whispered about, the one who was supposed to be Jonathan's wife before I entered the picture.
At barely over five feet tall, she had been destined for an arranged marriage with Allen, a man nearly twice her age who had joined our pack years ago. His wandering eyes and thin smile were notorious among the pack members, though I hardly had room to judge anyone's marital situation. My own husband was far from faithful.
Still, Sarah held me responsible for her miserable fate. She blamed me for stealing her intended future, and I had been expecting worse than these petty jabs for months.
This level of hostility I could handle easily.
