SOLANA
"Let me out," Astraea said to me the moment those filthy words tumbled from Kamala's lips. I could feel my wolf's rage stirring to the surface.
'Relax, I've got this,' I relayed to her, and she growled.
"Just let me teach that brat a lesson. Hasn't she hurt you enough?" My wolf grumbled, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Cat got your tongue, mutt?" Kamala hissed.
"If you're so sure that I'm here to steal," I said slowly, lifting my chin, "why don't you watch me shop?"
Kamala's smirk widened. "Please. You don't—"
Before she could finish, the soft click of heels stopped beside us. A woman in an elegant black suit stepped forward. Her badge caught the light:
STORE MANAGER: ELLIANA MARX
She smiled directly at me, not even glancing at Kamala.
"Mrs. Stone?" she asked warmly.
I bl
