Chapter 14 A Woman Scorned
- Sheila POV
- Wet haired, hands shaking and a knot in my belly from lack of food for the better part of 48 hours, I march through the house. I barely notice the omegas hanging about the outhouse, the guesthouse where it seems renovations are going on, all of them following me with their watchful stares.
- “Good morning, Luna,” they chorus, with a tone of derision.