Olivia
I looked up at the crack which echoed through the ballroom. The Satan statue split, from the foot of the throne up to the statue's chest.
The entire, massive statue split down the center. The halves fell to either side, leaving a plume of dust and a crash that rattled my teeth. I coughed and shook my head.
Growls and snarls filled the air. Someone grabbed my arm and tugged me away from the crumbling statue. It was only when the dust cleared that I realized Jacob was the one holding me.
I realized, then, that the statue had been hollow. Somehow, several werewolf rebels had hidden themselves inside the statue. It had been delivered days ago. Had they been hiding in there the entire time?
The ballroom descended into utter chaos. There were only a handful of wolves in the statue
