Isla's POV
The Summit hall fell silent when she entered.
Isla could feel the weight of every eye on her. The silver light was still traveling up her arms, but she didn't hide it anymore. She let it glow. Let it show. She walked through the crowd of Alphas with her head high and her shoulders back, and nobody moved to stop her.
Cassian followed two steps behind her, his presence a promise of violence if anyone tried anything.
She climbed onto the platform where the Alpha leaders traditionally gathered. The space where Damien had been crowned. The space where authority lived.
And she stood there, visibly pregnant, glowing with magic that shouldn't exist, and started to speak.
"You've all been played," she said simply.
The Alphas shifted uncomfortably. Some looked offended. Some looked confused. But they listened.
