The rustle of fabric echoed from behind the barrier, followed by the soft, muffled sound of Roxy instructing Dena.
"Alright," Roxy's voice drifted out, carrying a distinctly confident, highly satisfied lilt. "Pull the screen back, Dena."
The young wolf-shifter stepped out first. She grabbed the edge of the heavy iron-wood frame and smoothly pulled the dark silk partition completely out of the way.
Roxy stepped forward into the ambient, golden light of the great hall.
She did not say a word. She didn't have to. The sheer, devastating magnitude of her presence hit the pack like a physical shockwave.
Every single Alpha King in the room collectively ceased to function.
Zarek actually stopped breathing. The towering Dragon Alpha's jaw went completely slack, his eyes dilating until they were almost entirely black. The piece of marble he was gripping finally crumbled into dust.
