Amaya made it to the top of the stairs when she caught a scent that should not be on that floor. She knew the scents of those who cleaned the Pride house, so she knew it was not one of them. She smelled like Pride, so Amaya knew she belonged there but not on the floor with her brother Daelin and her Mate Ambrose. Very quietly as only a feline could she snuck up on the female who was inside of her personal territory, her room. As she prowled into the room her sharp teeth showed when she began to growl.
The woman spun around and huffed at Amaya who was ready to eat the wench alive for being near anything that belonged to her human and Ambrose’s human. “Who do you think you are coming into my Jon’s room like this? I am the Prima of his Leap you have no right to be here.” The so-ca
