The tension in the air remained thick as both ladies stood staring at each other.
Zara had burning anger in her eyes, and she had her claws out. She didn’t mind that Evelyn was unarmed and noncombative; she was ready to use them on her; all she needed was a reason.
Evelyn, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, her eyes littered with her growing frustration. The longer she stood there, the further away Kael Draven went. She needed to see him, and she needed to get her hooks into him as soon as possible.
Zara stood in her way and she could not think of a way to get past her. “Put the f*****g clothes on and take a seat!” she barked at Evelyn in the same voice that she used to issue orders when she was put in charge of the pack.
Evelyn exhaled hard and then crossed her arms in her boso
