ISABEL'S POV.
Erica’s presence hit me like a slap to the face. My stomach churned as memories of everything she'd done came flooding back. What was she doing here? And that too, now? Of all times, it had to be now?
Why did she think she could just waltz back into the pack house after everything she’d done?
"Do you blame her? Clearly the alpha was too linient on her for old time sake and now she thinks she can take advantage of that fact, the witch!" Marcy snared angrily, and that was when I realized I'd asked the question out loud.
Erica's gaze snapped to mine as soon as I stepped into view. She gave me a quick once-over, her expression unreadable. It wasn’t anger or guilt—just a flat, detached look that made my skin crawl.
“What are you doing here, Erica?” I demanded, my voice sharp
