"Zeke!" Isabella exclaimed, her eyes brightening.
The crowd parted as Zeke's familiar figure appeared, allowing him a path to walk through. He stopped right in front of us, a stern expression on his face.
"What's all this ruckus about?" he asked sternly, his glare raking through all four of us before finally landing on me. "Do you realize that we are currently surrounded by other packs? If they heard the noise, they might think that we're planning an attack."
"It's the prisoner," Georgia said, pointing a finger at me as she glared hotly. "She had the audacity to claim that she is Alpha Lucien's Luna. Everyone knows that Sienna is the true Luna of the pack."
"I never said that I was the Luna," I snapped back. "I only said that Alpha Lucien is my fated mate, which you cannot prove to be false."
"Neither can you prove that it is true," Sienna hissed in reply. She had to be supported by both other girls, her body barely covered by Isabella's jacket.
