“b***h, I don't think we are talking about the same thing.” I puffed out a breath, running my hand through my hair, already tired. Holding a conversation, especially with someone like her, wasn't something I wanted to do.
“Who the hell are you calling a b***h?!” She raised her palm to slap me, thinking it was back then when she had the support of my stepbrother.
I held her wrist and twisted it, watching as she shrieked in pain, her face turning a deep red.
“Pick a fight with someone your size!” I spat as I pushed her out of the path, glaring daggers at her.
She rained insults on me as I continued on my way, not paying any attention to her. I had a plan, and none of it involved her. The werewolf guards trailed after me, keeping their distance, but watching me with keen eyes.
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