She stormed into the council chamber like a f*****g hurricane, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her silk scarf trailing behind her like a banner of war.
The double doors banged so hard against the walls that the echo rattled through the hall. Every elder turned their wrinkled heads, their jeweled fingers pausing mid-gesture, their lips curling in disapproval at the audacity of her entrance.
Gaia’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp, venomous, laced with rage and the arrogance of a wolf who thought herself untouchable.
“Who the f**k dared to hold a meeting without my goddamn permission?” she thundered, her hand slamming down on the polished oak table that divided her from the elders.
The eldest among them, a skeletal woman draped in black silk with eyes sharper than blades, r
