It must have been easy for the guests to tell that the girl did not belong here. Her eyes did not carry that otherwise prideful touch of the High-Class folks. Yet, something about her presence stopped any of them from raising objections.
Everyone stood in attentive silence as words fell one after the other from her mouth.
"We grew up in the outer district's shacks." Leah began, her fingers tightening around the sleeves of her simple dress. "My family was more than poor. Our living situation was horrible, and we could barely sustain a living. It did not help that my parents were terrible folks."
Her gaze moved across the hall, and I could see those fiercely determined eyes settle on Drodd and Imogen who stood at a corner of the hall. Their faces were a bright shade of rage, yet neither of them dared speak under the overwhelming presence of the Alpha.
