Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate
Another voice, sharp, female, and dripping with disdain, cut through the murmurs.
The crowd parted as a tall woman with sharp features and cold eyes stepped forward. Lydia. One of Killian's elite warriors and a notorious bully who'd made my life miserable in my past life.
"The Luna," Lydia said the title like an insult, "who's never trained a day in her life, thinks she can tell us how to run our training grounds?"
More laughter. Louder this time.
"You should go back to your tea parties and embroidery," Lydia continued, stepping closer with predatory grace. "Leave the real work to real wolves."