SAVIANA'S POV
There was something about the color purple that appealed to her. It spelt regality and elegance. Confidence oozed from its dark hue, commanding respect and reverence.
She'd chosen the most flamboyant cloak of the deepest purple for her coronation crash. She liked how the hem swept behind her as she moved, how the wide sleeves billowed in the night wind. Gave her a mysterious, almost witchy appearance.
Saviana didn't miss the disdain in their eyes. How dare you show your face, you hollowborn? Their stance told of their discomfort as she speared through their ranks, inching up the hill to where their new alpha stood in all his glory.
Tyler, as was expected, did nothing to hide his anger. His chiseled jaws flexed, his eyes blazed with a warning. Mind your tongue, witch, or you'll loose it. Kiera, ever the most hospitable welcoming committee, flashed her long claws and the canines of her teeth in a quiet snarl.
