The hall had fallen silent as Myra faced Navori, her eyes screwed up in confusion, gazing at Navori’s crumpled dress with a dark spot clearly showing the red wine stain, while Myra’s wine glass had smashed on the floor, leaving hundreds of glass shards.
Myra could barely focus as Navori’s scream rang out loud, drawing the attention of the crowds. “What did I ever do to you, huh? Haven’t you done enough to me? Haven’t you ruined my life enough, hybrid?”
“Navori, wait, I—”
“You come here, as a cursed bitten wolf, taking away my mate, stealing him and humiliating me in the process, day by day. You won’t stop!” She screamed.
Myra stood stiffly, becoming the center of attention as all the snide stares focused on her, accompanied by whispers and curses of hatred that surrounded her, bringin
