AARRRGH!!!
Cassia screamed and threw a vase at the wall, then stood breathing heavily, the sting of unwashed tears heavy on her eyes.
The crash was deafening. Shards of white and gold sprayed across the stone floor, narrowly missing the hem of May's dress.
Cassia stood in the center of the room, her chest heaving, the sting of unwashed tears heavy and hot in her eyes.
Her hair, usually a perfect cascade of silk, was beginning to fray at the edges, mirroring her unraveling composure.
"They say that Alpha Elias came back to the packhouse with Xira in his arms,"
May reported, her voice trembling but driven by a need to deliver the gossip.
"He refused to let anyone else touch her. Not the guards, not even the lead warriors.
He personally carried her all the way to the healer's quarters, ignoring everyone who tried to speak to him."
In the corner of the room, Daisy moved closer to May, reaching out to pinch the other girl's arm discreetly.
