Third person's POV
Still reeling from the earlier humiliation she had dealt to Selene and Clara, Liora sat on a low bench just outside one of the boutique storefronts. Her posture remained composed, almost statuesque, back straight, legs crossed at the ankle, fingers loosely intertwined in her lap. She said nothing, but her presence radiated that quiet, glacial calm that made people wary. The kind of calm that often preceded a storm.
Inside the mall's central space, the scene was already unfolding. Two women, Selene and Clara, were being marched out by two of the mall’s security team, who weren’t just rent-a-cops but enforcers. Wolf-blooded, high-ranked, and loyal to pack order first. And under that order, disgrace had consequences. Real ones.
Selene’s dress hung in tatters, the
