The air in the room was thick, not just with silence, but with a palpable tension that seemed to vibrate with a current of its own. For an endless moment, no one spoke. Zephyr had his eyes fixed on Selene, and she held his gaze. It was more than eye contact; it was a silent, magnetic pull that raised the hairs on her arms—an undeniable jolt of recognition that needed no words.
Dark eyes meeting blue eyes.
Then, as usual, Selene was unable to hold the Alpha's intense gaze for too long. As she narrowed her eyes, they fell on the other person in the room.
Raula.
Selene felt an unpleasant chill run down her spine, but her face showed no reaction. She met Raula's stare head-on, bracing for the usual torrent of hateful bitterness.
But this time, Raula was not looking bitterly at Selene. She looked taken aback and a little scared.
