Maria.
"Wretch," Davian said coldly, his voice carrying across the arena with commanding authority, "do you really think that with all the words you're spewing we will suddenly become afraid and let you go?"
His sharp eyes remained fixed on Galen, unblinking, as though daring her to repeat the threat.
Beside him, Damien let out a harsh scoff, folding his arms across his chest.
"Dream on," he added with open disdain.
But Galen didn't look intimidated, If anything, their reaction only seemed to amuse her.
A strange laugh bubbled from her throat again, low at first, then louder, echoing eerily across the trial ground.
Several pack members exchanged uneasy glances.
The laughter sounded wrong.
Unsettling.
As if she knew something no one else did.
Finally, she lifted her head slowly, strands of messy hair falling away from her face.
"Let me be clear," she spat out, her voice dripping with contempt. "We weren't after Maria."
