Sleepless Tongues and Shaking Tables
Serana sat at the edge of her bed, the moonlight spilling across the floor in soft silver streaks. Her lips were still numb from Dax's threat.
"If you ever touch Aria or disrespect her, I will make sure you wake up without that tongue of yours"
She shivered as the words echoed like a warning bell in her mind. Cold. Precise. Dangerous.
She gritted her teeth, arms crossed tightly around her chest.
What is so special about her? She thought bitterly, gritting her tongue.
Aria… that fragile little Omega?
Yet no matter how much she tried to dismiss her, Serena could not shake the memory of those silver-blue eyes commanding her to sit. And worse, she, Serana, had obeyed.
She turned and buried her face into the pillow, swallowing her frustration. Sleep did not come easily.
And when it finally did, it was shallow, filled with flickers of Aria's face and Dax's voice.
The next morning, the Silverfang Pack dining hall was unusually full.
