Natalie POV
The entire amphitheater fell into a suffocating, dead silence. My words echoed off the high slate-gray stone walls, hanging in the chilly air like an executioner's blade.
From the high gallery rows, dozens of Alphas and Lunas stared down at me, their expressions a mixture of shock and morbid fascination. An Omega—a wolf from the lower sectors whom they expected to tremble and beg for mercy—had just issued a formal challenge of blood in the middle of the High Council summit.
Behind the mahogany table, Lydia Clarke's face drained of what little color it had left. She shrieked, scrambling backward in her seat so violently that her white fur coat slipped from her shoulders, clattering onto the floor.
"She's insane!" Lydia screamed, her voice cracking as she clutched at Alpha Ra
