Louise
The parking lot falls quiet for a second. You can almost hear everyone breathing.
For a werewolf, calling someone a “witch” is one of the worst insults ever. It’s heavier than any curse word. The hatred between wolves and witches goes back hundreds of years.
Natalie’s face twists like she just swallowed poison. “How dare you call me a witch!”
“You wouldn’t let your daughter keep her flowers,” Fox fire back, “and you pushed Louise.”
“You’re all bullying me!” Natalie wails dramatically. She drops to the ground, sitting right in the middle of the parking lot. “Martin, are you seeing this from heaven? They’re bullying your wife and daughter…”
Amy rolls her eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t get stuck. “Oh please. Spare us the soap opera.”
Natalie starts sobbing louder, clearly
