Ava's POV
“Ava,” Laura called out to me as they got close enough.
My wolf bristled instantly, a low, silent growl curling in my chest.
Without hesitation, I locked my screen and slipped my phone into my pocket, turning toward Grandma’s room, intending to avoid Laura.
“Ava, are you still mad at me?”
Her fingers wrapped around my arm before I could take another step.
I froze. Who gave her the audacity to touch me?
Slowly, I looked down at her hand on me. My wolf’s irritation sharpened, claws dragging just beneath my skin.
I shook her off immediately.
“If you’ve got something to say, say it,” I said coldly. “Don’t grab me.”
Laura flinched slightly, her expression shifting into something soft and pitiful, like she was the one being wronged. It might have worked on someone else. It di
