VICTORIA'S POV
"How is this possible?" Robert asked while he fell from the intensity of Carla's growl.
I turned around and looked at Theodore and others, who were in no better position.
"I.." Carla started, looking straight ahead at the people who were still fighting.
Her voice held so much power that all the wolves, be it, pack mates or rogues, stopped to look at her.
"I...Carla Victoria Gibberson, the queen of the mansion, the werewolf species, the descendant of the moon goddess, and the daughter of the Ava, orders everyone present here and in the peripheral of 40 km to stop this war and bloodshed immediately." Carla roared, her voice followed by a thunderous sound in the sky.
Her strong and powerful voice made me shudder even when I knew she was a part of me.
"Bow down to the queen!" She growled again, and to my utmost horror, everyone present on the ground immediately fell to their knees with their head bowed to us.
