Selene struck the cold stone floor hard, the smugness draining from her face in an instant, replaced by something bone-chillingly dark. She braced herself against the tiles and slowly pushed herself upright, brushing dust from her dress. Her eyes locked onto Lyra like a viper's, dripping with venom. "Lyra Ashenvale, who do you think you are now? How dare you shove me!"
She turned to the pack-guard waiting in the corner of the den, her voice carrying the weight of absolute command. "Kael Ashenvale. Hold her down."
Kael exchanged a glance with his partner, hesitating as he looked at Lyra crouched on the floor gathering the broken pieces, then back at Selene's murderous expression. He opened his mouth to ask something, but Selene's glare cut him off before a single word could escape.
"Don't forget," Selene said, her tone dripping with threat, each word calculated to strike at their concerns, "you're paid with the Alpha's coin. You serve Blackmoor territory. Think carefully about who matters most to him right now."