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The silence was a heavy blanket over the room as she said the words.
Even my wolf's incessant growling fell quiet.
We all waited for the punchline, for the moment she'd laugh and admit it was a jest, some desperate ploy to buy herself time. But the grey-eyed daughter of Morgana simply continued to stare down at her feet, wringing her fingers nervously together, not saying a word.
Which meant she believed what she'd said. Or wanted us to think she did.
But when the silence finally broke, chaos crashed down like a war hammer. Every single Zeta spoke over one another, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of fury, but the sentiment was the sameâutter disbelief laced with revulsion.
"Kill her now. We have no use for her," Zeta Riven scowled, already half-rising from his seat.
"What else do you expect from Morgana's spawn?" Zeta Lysandra spat, her contempt sharp enough to draw blood.
