With five minutes left to go, the she-wolves seemed to be having a group mental breakdown. Everyone was talking over each other, aside from Carrie, who had walked over to the piano. She stared at it, shook the locked fallboard, then sighed when her shaking proved useless as the arguing going on behind her.
“I can’t believe you hit me! If this leaves a scar-” Blaire grumbled.
“Oh my goddess, we have more important things to be worrying about right now than whether or not you have a scar.” Vivienne insisted through gritted teeth. Then, she snapped, throwing her hands up in the air as she continued, “You’re a freakin’ werewolf, the wound’s already sealing!”
“Besides, scars are kinda hot.” Lucky said, giggling a little.
Yumi, who had already tried and failed to corral the women back into o
