"Easy," I told Zaram, my wolf. "We don't want to create a scene now do we?"
I stared back at the lycan girl whose face was hauntingly identical to mine, I offered her yet another coy smile as her aura seemed to have changed.
"That purse in your hands belongs to me, and I want it back" I demanded, holding myself steady, preparing for impact just in case she wanted to go lycan on me but she said nothing.
It was like she wasn’t even listening—or didn’t believe I was talking to her. My fingers curled into fist and I was on the verge of losing my cool when I heard her soft whisper.
"I'm.. I'm sorry I didn't know the purse already had an owner, it was pretty and the lady at the store..."
She was just about to finish her statement when the Lycan Prince brushed her off
"What are you apolo
