~ SASHA ~
At first she didn't understand what was happening. The older man spat something about being outcast and all the men in the crowd started making a lot of noise. It wasn't until this King turned around, smiling, and let his eyes lock on hers for a cold moment as he spoke that her stomach turned to lead.
"The hierarchy remains!" the man roared over the noise of the crowd. "Our ranks are unchanged. We are at peace, brothers. Tonight we feast! Prepare the fires! Prepare yourselves! There is a female to entice."
Sasha blinked. He was talking about her.
But then the entire crowd went bananas—some men leaping forward, yelling or growling, others holding them back, tussling to get their attention.
Zev stood among them, utterly still in a way she'd never seen any human able to do. Then a snarl ripped from his throat. Yet, even though the men closest to him flinched or moved quickly away, none of them looked at him. None of them spoke to him.
It was as if he wasn't even there.
