Penelope POV
"You do not understand how calculating she is," Tallulah says.
Her voice rings out across the main room of the Silvermoon Salon.
"It is that manipulative streak of hers that lets her juggle men like toys," she continues.
She throws her head back and laughs.
The sound is loud and sharp.
Four high-ranking she-wolves from the Westview packs sit around her velvet sofa.
They nod along with eager eyes.
They sip their drinks and lean in closer.
I step through the heavy glass double doors of the salon.
Kael walks right behind me.
His boots click firmly against the polished marble floor.
The sound cuts through the chatter.
Tallulah looks up mid-sentence.
Our eyes lock across the crowded room.
Her jaw drops open.
The laugh dies in her throat.
The four she-wolves around
