Rowan
"Oh my god!"
The shriek cut through the noise of the hall like a blade. I stiffened, my hand tightening on my glass as the room went quiet. Near the bar, a dark red stain was spreading across the silk dress of the Luna from the IronRidge pack. An Omega was hovering over her, hands shaking, stammering out apologies while dabbing at the mess with a linen napkin.
I scanned the immediate area and saw her. Kara was standing a few feet away, her face a mask of cold, jagged fury. She didn't even look at the mess she’d caused. Her eyes were fixed on me for one second—burning with a jealousy so sharp it was practically physical—before she turned and rushed out of the hall.
Dammit. I knew exactly what that was. She’d heard the toast. She’d heard me call Lily my strength, and she’d snapped.
