Erin’s POV
My heart was racing, and my body was growing warm to the point where I knew my face was probably cherry red. There was broken glass lingering on the ground around me. I watched as some blood from the palm of my hand began to pool together and mix in with the broken glass.
I stared at the cut on my hand with a frown and watched as my wolf healed it right away. Soon, it was like there was never a cut there. I carefully stood to my feet, trying to not get cut again, and stepped away from the broken dishes.
I stared up at the woman who had tripped me and tried to not snarl at her.
Her icy blue eyes poured into me as she laughed.
“Oops,” she sneered. “My apologies.”
She began to walk away and toward the front of the restaurant. I clenched my fists together; it was takin
