Bran's POV
The way Talia enters the waiting room totally catches me off guard. It seems as if the world stops for her gracious and grand entrance. I stare mouth-open at her.
Is this the same Talia? I rob my eyes once, and then look up to the figure approaching, and then rob my eyes again to be sure I am seeing well. The last time I saw her, she was vulnerable. She was the weak girl the whole pack mocked, threw abuses at for her eating manner, called fat, weak, wolfless and all sorts of names. That Talia I once knew is nowhere to be found. The girl I rejected without a second thought.
This person right here before me? Isn't that Talia?
She stands proud, exuding a vibe that's not just about confidence but also authority. Her gentle features now have an edge, and her eyes are icier than I
