Erica stormed down the stairs without even changing out of the clothes she had slept in. Her hair was messy, her scent sharp with agitation, and rage practically rolled off her in waves as she shoved her phone toward Naomi.
"Mom, look at this!"
Naomi stared at the headlines flashing across the screen. The images of Anastasia and Elliot together filled every major pack media platform, impossible to ignore. Shock flickered across her face for only a moment before worry quickly settled in.
"That girl really knows how to manipulate men," Naomi muttered darkly. "Who would've thought Anastasia had this much skill hidden beneath that innocent act? I can't believe she managed to bind Elliot to her side so quickly."
