Christina straightened, pushing messy hair out of her face. Her eyeliner was smudged, her mascara clumped like she’d been crying, or sweating, or both. Her shirt was twisted on one shoulder like it had been tugged or pulled.
"Did you get into a fight?" Danielle asked, half-joking. "Because you look like you just wrestled a demon."
Christina exhaled sharply. “Close.”
She paced a few steps, then turned back, eyes blazing. “I need to scream, and if I do it in the kitchen, someone’s going to call a pack meeting.”
Danielle blinked. “Are you okay?”
"No! I'm not okay!" Christina's voice cracked.
Danielle waited a moment for her to continue but she didn't. "What happened?"
"Ok, so I left the field. Came back here. Right here." She pointed at what looked like almost a small couch. "And I tur
