Third person
Scarlet looked around the grand circular table sternly, with fire lighting up her dark eyes.
“I will not be disrespected,” she spat at the small crowd of nobles, “regardless of the vile rumors that you have heard. I have been falsely accused of these wretched crimes against my own beloved husband.”
The man who had been arguing with her—he was the Alpha of the Red Moon pack, and Fiona’s father—reluctantly sat back in his chair in sullen silence, his face dark with poorly concealed discontent.
“You dare to even show your face here in the noble werewolf meeting, knowing you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You dare to speak against your queen. You should be put in prison—not even for your petty attitude, but for your very real crimes of greed and manipulation.”
“Hah!”
