Avery
The doors creaked open, and in she walked like a prized peacock ready for display.
Esther.
She was dressed in a flowing gown of moonlit blue and ivory white, the kind stitched with frills and unnecessary drama. Tiny white beads were woven into her jet-black hair like she’d plucked stars from the night sky and thought, Yes, let me wear these like a crown. Her steps were poised, her head held high, as though she floated in on divine whispers.
I was seething. Literally vibrating in my seat.
This f*****g liar. This is the Selene Priestess everyone revered? This two-faced manipulator was now to be treated like a divine mouthpiece?
What. The actual. Hell.
She bowed first to Aidan—the Alpha of the pack—with that serene little smile that probably had been rehearsed in front of a mirr
