Octavia POV

 

"Octavia, please bow. These people control the werewolf world, and not even Jeremy can defile them," he begs. I still did not bow. They might be the ones controlling the werewolves, but my mother is their creator, and I am her daughter, which means I am way older and more powerful than them, even if I look 18 right now. They look at me while I look at them back.

 

"Finally found your Luna, Silver," said the man on the right side. The woman was sitting in the middle of them. Silver laughed nervously.

 

"Yes, this is Octavia," he said. They were still staring at me.

 

"I see...