~Alicia’s POV~
The air in the Great Hall tasted like the end of the world. Every breath I took as Aries felt like inhaling jagged glass and pure electricity. I circled my father, my paws leaving scorched red clay prints on his pristine marble floors. He looked pathetic in his silk robes and silver trimmed armor, clutching that heavy claymore like it could protect him from the storm he'd spent eighteen years brewing. "You were a mistake, Alicia," he spat, his voice an evil rasp. "The Harvest was meant to cull the weak, not create a freak of nature." I didn't waste my breath on words. I let out a snarl that vibrated the very foundations of the house a roar that signaled the pack to move. “Now!” I projected.
The shadows behind the throne shifted. Sarah appeared like a glitch in the air, a G
