Elise's scream caught the attention of every applicant in the room.
One of the applicants, a lean man with a scar running across his chin, stood up and started walking toward them.
"Hey, what's going on over there?" he called out, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Juna stepped directly into his path before he could get more than five feet, her tail stiffening and her ears pinned back against her head.
"Move it, beastkin," the man snapped, his expression souring as he looked down at her. "Mind your own business and let me see what that noble brat is doing to those girls."
Juna didn't move an inch, just tilted her head slightly while her eyes narrowed into thin, predatory slits.
She didn't say a word, but the air around her seemed to grow heavy, a primal, suffocating pressure radiating from her small frame.
The man froze, his breath catching in his throat as his instincts screamed at him to back away immediately.
