Azura's POV
I shut the door behind me, and a heavy thud echoed down the empty hallway.
I stood there for a second, just glaring at the dark wood like it had personally insulted my entire family tree. My chest felt tight, my heart was doing a frantic drum solo against my ribs, and my hands were shaking so hard I had to ball them into fists.
But I refused to let him win. I absolutely refused to let him see that his words, or his scary, burning eyes did anything to me.
I took three stiff steps away from the door, stopped, and then turned around. I stuck my tongue out at the door with as much attitude as I could muster.
Was it childish? Totally. Did it make me feel better? You bet it did.
"Big scary Alpha," I muttered, crossing my arms over my nightgown. "King of the growlers. Lord of the empty threats. You think you're so tough because you can loom over people? Please."
