The room fell inexplicably silent, the air thickening with an oppressive tension, and Blake's face flushed with embarrassment.
Not only did he get scolded in front of the council by not Rafael, but rather the man's seemingly insignificant mate. His glaring blue eyes met the feisty green ones of Pollyanna, and the unwavering intensity in her gaze only deepened his confusion and irritation.
Why wasn't she afraid of him??
The Pollyanna he remembered was a disgraced outcast within his pack. She was someone who shouldn't even be able to stand in the same room with him, let alone challenge him with such a biting glare, but this woman was obviously something out of the ordinary. His fist clenched at his side due to her defiance, his blood boiling, and he silently wished they had stripped her sooner on that day.
Fuckin' bitch!
