"You, girl. Ramona is calling for you."
Emira looked up from the stack of archives she had been struggling to organise and grimaced.
Wasn't it Ryn who had just finished complaining that the Scroll Room was a dreary, lifeless corner? That no one ever came here?
She'd sworn Emira would die of loneliness buried under the dust and parchment. And now… now the place was suddenly teeming with visitors. First Prince Zen had appeared out of nowhere, and now this summons.
Emira let out a weary sigh. She should have known better. Most women she had met-Omega or not- were vindictive, especially when their pride was scratched.
Ramona Vye, the future Luna of the Stormhold Pack, was probably no exception. Emira had humiliated her, whether intentionally or not, was not the question. There was no chance the woman would simply let that insult fade away.
