Olivia's POV
The silence that followed my roar was deafening. Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto me as I stood, shoulders squared and spine straight. Something had shifted inside me—a dam breaking, unleashing years of suppressed rage and hurt.
"Sit down. All of you," I commanded, my voice carrying an authority I'd never wielded before. "Except you, Lady Fiona. You will stand where everyone can see you."
To my surprise, they obeyed. Even proud, haughty she-wolves who had sneered at me for years lowered themselves into their seats. Only Lady Fiona remained standing, her face a careful mask of composure, though I caught the flash of unease in her eyes.
"Now you care about someone being hurt in this pack?" I stepped closer to her, each word sharp as a blade. "Now you suddenly have concerns about someone's wellbeing?"
I circled her slowly, like a predator. My wolf was fully awake now, lending me her strength.
