I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, wincing at the bright red mark blossoming across my cheek. The sting burned like a wolf's bite, a vivid reminder of the fight I'd just endured. "Chase them out!" I commanded, my voice sharp, carrying the authority of someone who guarded her own pack.
Felicia's eyes flared with agreement, her loyalty unquestionable. But Naomi, ever audacious, planted herself firmly and growled, "I am Anastasia's stepmother, and I have a private business to settle with her!" Her tone reeked of entitlement, of someone who thought she could dominate my territory.
"I don't care who you are," Felicia shot back, her voice calm but deadly, like a wolf baring teeth at a rival. "This is a company, not the backyard of your house. If you refuse to leave, I'll bring the law down on you."
