Chapter 92

• The room was silent for a few long seconds before chaos erupted. Witnesses shouted from all sides, emotions flung like daggers at my neck and chest. Many were outraged that I dared to disrespect the High Table, hurling insults and blaming my upbringing. Much to my surprise, some voices came to my defense. Though not as loud, they insisted I had a right to stake a claim on my life and abilities. They accused the High Table of becoming too powerful, a thought that made me shiver.
• I couldn't help but notice that the Alpha and Luna with the golden hair remained silent, their emotions conveying no animosity towards me. The chaos lasted a total of five seconds before Maverick Billford silenced the room with a wave of his hand.
• "Enough, we cannot blame the girl for her outbursts. She was not raised on our values and customs, so she can and will be excused," Maverick told the room. The flimsy compliment made me narrow my eyes. "It is understandable that we might be eager to explore your abilities, Sophia. You are unique, incredibly so. Abilities such as these are gifted to the world for a reason. Think of this as an opportunity to discover that very reason. I very much believe that working with the High Table might provide you the answers you've been looking for, while aiding us in our endeavor to better our species."