Oakley's POV
The unpleasant smell coming from the broken bottle intensified the tension in the air. I felt a boiling wrath rise within of me, and I curled my fists as my claws nearly erupted.
Let's go at her! Finn roared as he attempted to force shift, and I wasn't sure how long I could hold him off. This was exactly what he had been hoping for, and the circumstances were ideal.
My fury agitated profoundly as the trembling brunette tried to feign an innocent expression. "Start talking!" I yelled at her, "Start f*****g talking before I lose my f*****g mind!" as her hand clung to the door handle.
As she answered the door, she firmly asserted, "I have no idea what you are speaking off," her eyes dancing with panic.
"Don't f*****g test me Camilla," I growled, moving slowly but
