Emily's POV
Before I could take another step, Monica lunged from the side, her body colliding into mine with full force.
"I don't think so, Omega," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into my arm as she tried to shove me aside.
"Get off me!" I shouted, shoving her back with all the strength I could muster. My heat was making my body feel like molten lead, but I refused to let her win.
Monica's silver-highlighted eyes glinted with malice as she stepped closer, her breathing ragged. "You don't belong here, Emily. You think a makeover and some charity from your mates will turn you into Luna? Pathetic."
I clenched my fists, my wolf growling inside me. "You don't know anything about me," I snapped. "You're just scared because you know I'm a threat.
