Mina
Our laughter slowly faded, and the air turned heavy with Melanie’s glare. She crossed her arms, clearly unsettled by my whisper. But before she could respond, Stacy clapped her hands loudly.
I smiled.
As expected. Stacy was eager to recover her spotlight.
“Alright, enough of this hybrid nonsense,” she declared smoothly. “Let’s talk about something real, something that actually matters in this cesspool of misery.”
But how could we forget that the Alpha of the Vipers was actually a hybrid? One of the girls shivered involuntarily before turning to her, eager for a new topic. This was her time. It was something I'd noticed—Stacy had a knack for steering conversations, and tonight was no exception.
“What happens?” She began slowly, her gaze sweeping over the room, “If one of us
