A whirlwind of emotions swirled around, as if a chorus of voices was speaking all at once.
For most betas, even the really powerful ones, managing this chaotic storm of thoughts would be a huge challenge. But Kestrel was different. Thanks to her unique psychic incarnation, she was used to having a constant buzz in her head ever since she was a little kid.
From when she was just a child, her psychic tendrils would always be whispering and showing her a flurry of images from various viewpoints. Over time, she learned to zoom in on the most important bits, drowning out the unnecessary noise. She mastered the art of staying cool and composed, which helped her process these multiple streams of information.
Inside the grand hall, under its towering dome, Kestrel was leading a team of four alphas.
Seated gracefully on her pure white throne, the Queen relaxed, with only Luther standing next to her as her loyal protector.
