Mya walked into Jane's room just as a cup came flying from the kitchen. Jane stood, arms folded, watching Taylor, break cup after cup then she went on to the plates.
"You going to stop her?" Mya asked.
"Nope. She's wolf now, those claws are sharp." She yawned. "Besides, you're the one that hurt her feelings, you sort it out."
"f**k me," Mya muttered and walked to Taylor.
"With pleasure." She heard Jane whisper. But ignored the other woman.
"Tay, could you calm down, please?" Mya moved carefully toward her.
"Get out Mya, if this is too damned much for you, get out!" She spun on her. "Oh wait, you already walked out. So what are you doing here?" She stalked forward and placed both hands on Mya's chest, then shoved. Mya stumbled back and fell into something solid. She spun around
