The sound of heels clicking on the pavement was enough to make my blood boil.
I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The air was already heavy with her perfume — that sickly-sweet scent that always made my wolf restless.
Layla.
And of course, she wasn’t alone. Her little gang of wannabe queens followed behind her like bodyguards, all smirks and fake confidence.
“Wow,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she stopped right in front of me. “If it isn’t the famous Sienna. Sitting here like a lost puppy.”
Amy tensed beside me. I could feel her wolf flare up just a bit. I held her arm before she could say something stupid.
“I didn’t know you were back,” I said simply, my tone flat. I knew she never traveled nor left the university grounds but maybe getting under her skin was
