“Is that why you don’t want me? Because you want her skanky ass?!” Tiffany was shouting as she got to her feet and walked up to him. “She’s trash, Desmond! And I was hoping one of these bitches would take her out. But, I bet you’ve been helping her along - that’s why she’s been doing so well, isn’t it?!”
Desmond grabbed Tiffany’s wrists as she came at him, trying to slap and claw at his face. Thankfully, crazy as she was, she was a relatively weak she-wolf. From the way that she kicked ineffectually at him, it was obvious to him that Tiffany hadn’t trained a day in her life. Snf dhr hsf the nerve to call his mate trash?
Still, her shouting was enough to alert the guards. Tiffany spotted the guard first, shouting over Desmond’s shoulder to him.
“Help me! He’s a traitor, and I caught him!
