There were no grand staircases leading down into the ballroom. It also lacked large double doors. Gabb walked them in through a side door, surrounded by warriors. Walking into the room's heavy dominance was like walking through waist-deep snow. It weighed her down, making her bones feel heavy. Her pace was slow, but as she approached, she let her wolf take control.
Her wolf grinned and let her own dominance permeate the room.
The other waves of dominance faded away. Sapphire observed the unfamiliar faces, catching an eyebrow raise here, a smirk there, and a nod of approval here and there. Her wolf kept staring until they looked away whenever she met their gaze.
Gabb led her to the front table, the table of honor, and sat her down. In a silent reminder, he jerked his chin. Please turn
