~Elvira~
The air in the Great Hall grew thick, the silence stretching for what seemed to be long seconds
The look on Gabriel’s face was not like a man seeking justice for a bruised pack member, on the contrary he looked like a someone who had just discovered an unidentified species in his territory and couldn't decide whether to study it or crush it.
"Protocols," I whispered, the word tasted wrong on my tongue.
"You talk about protocols and discipline, but what about the protocol for one pack member ripping the hair out of another?
“Does Priscilla get a pass because she has a rank, while I get interrogated because I’m a trespasser?"
Gabriel’s jaw tightened, a small muscle ticking in his cheek.
My defiance was like a spark in a room full of gasoline.
Behind him, Kelvin chuckled
