Alaric's gaze shifted from Seraphina to me, the moment they landed on me, a look of guilt flickered through his eyes.
Then his eyes landed on Irene's corpse, and a flash of realization settled on his face. He stepped forward cautiously. "Everyone step down, now."
"Beta, the witches are so ungrateful. We brought them into our home and they tried to kill our Luna." One of the werewolves said with fury.
"We didn't try to kill her, stop generalising us based on the wrongdoing of one person." One of the witches shot back.
The werewolf who spoke earlier dragged his claws against the ground, growl reverberating in his chest.
"Enough," Alaric said, stepping in between us. His gaze softened and became worried when he saw the trace of blood on Seraphina.
I remained calm in my place, the last conversation I had with Alaric wasn't really a good one. I knew he still felt guilty for not helping me when Damon rejected me. I wondered how he was going to face me now.
