Elaina
“Where are my pups?” I glare at her, stepping into her personal space.
Monica doesn’t flinch or move backwards. She tilts her head and studies me, her eyes sizing me up as if I was some item to be discarded.
She shrugs. “They’ll be just fine if you just do as you’re told.”
“Do as I’m told?” I repeated, grimacing. “I swear to the goddess I’ll—”
“You’ll do nothing.” She declares, stone-faced like I was her greatest foe. “You’re nothing but an outcast here—you and those little rascals—”
My hands move automatically in response to the spark of fury my wolf felt. Without waiting for my brain to process, I grabbed her by the chin then slammed her back against the door. A growl rips from my throat while she lets out a startled whimper.
“Call me anything worse you can think of. Yo
