Her smirk was like a knife cutting through my soul as she casually asked what I would do if Wyatt was indeed the father. It became apparent that she didn’t view me as her Luna, so I knew that we were going to have a problem.
As if that wasn’t enough, Aurora went on to disrespect me further by proudly walking around me while making fun of me. She told me that there was no doubt that Wyatt was still in love with her, and if it weren’t for the stupid rules werewolves had to follow, Wyatt wouldn’t even choose me. Her words stung like a thousand bees, and I felt my face flush with anger and humiliation. I wanted to lash out, to defend myself, but I knew that it would only make things worse.
Instead, I repeatedly told myself to calm down and tried to maintain my composure. I refused to give Aurora the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. At that moment, I realized that Aurora’s actions said more about her than they did about me, and knowing that I had to remind her who she was speaking to, I blocked her path and kept my gaze locked on her to assert my place as Luna and put Aurora in place.