“Aurora,” I began, my voice steady and firm, “I understand that you have your ambitions, but you must remember that I am the Luna of this pack. It’s best for everyone if we respect hierarchy.”
Aurora’s eyes flashed with defiance. Suddenly, without warning, she raised her hand to slap me. My instincts immediately took over, and I swiftly grabbed her wrist, stopping the slap before it even reached an inch of my face. Time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes; everything went silent except for our quickened breaths.
For a second, I debated throwing her to the ground, but just as I was about to decide, Wyatt angrily called out my name and demanded that I release Aurora’s hand. Seeing that I wasn’t following his order, he approached us with his beta, Talon, and gamma, Apollo, following his wake.
“Raven, let go, now!” he ordered.
Instead of doing what he asked, I continued to stare daggers at Aurora, tightening my hold on her. When she hissed in pain, Wyatt immediately yanked my hand away, stood between us, and led Aurora to his side protectively.
“What the hell are you doing?” he sneered.