CLAIRE'S POV
"Claire!?" Isabella’s eyes widened in shock when she saw me. But almost instantly, that shock hardened into fury.
“You witch, I’m going to kill you!” she snarled, trying to stand—only to stumble and collapse awkwardly onto the floor again.
I crossed my arms over my chest, sneering at her pitiful state.
“Can’t even stand? I bet you truly enjoyed your night with that man.”
Her face twisted with rage. Her wolf was close to surfacing, but she forced it back—knowing full well we were in a place that didn’t belong to our kind.
“How dare you, b***h!” she shrieked, shoving herself up and lunging at me.
Before her hand could touch me, I slapped her hard, sending her sprawling to the ground for the third time.
She lay there stunned, unable to react.
My lips curled into a mock
