Ava’s POV
Never in my life have I stood up for myself like I did just now. The maid I had just thundered a slap across her face bowed her head in total submission, fear written on not just her face but everyone surrounding me, except for Sandra, who looked at me scornfully.
“I think you should have done this before,” Neva, my wolf, interrupted my thoughts while I raised my head, ready to address everyone standing.
“Let this be the last time you will ever rudely talk about me. Anyone who does that will never be forgiven. It's death by hanging.” I charged in anger, looking at their faces, not even knowing where I got the whole confidence from.
“Am I understood?” I looked into their faces, planting fear and anxiety into each and everyone in the pack. Silence fell on every corner of the
