{"Never ruffle the feathers of a powerful woman because she will not only want to hurt you, but she will want to draw your blood."}
ELDER DANTE'S POV
Sierra was in a pissy mood when we arrived at the Coven council hall. Qadira and Nessa had remained behind to guard Aurora, and I had left ten enforcer guards stationed at the Kayne home to ensure no one dared to strike in our absence. The council hall was already abuzz with tension, and Sierra had deliberately delayed our arrival, ensuring we were ten minutes late. Outside, the enforcer guards stood motionless, the bodies of the dead vampires laid out as a silent, damning statement.