Nefretiri
A hand grabs my arm and stops me from leaving. Spinning me around, the redhead glares at me. Her friends have mixed expressions. The brunette looks wary, but the other two look just as disgusted. For some reason, I find that funny. They're looking down at me for what I said, not realizing that they were talking about my mate in front of me. Their wolves are surfacing, probably meant to intimidate me, but it doesn't work. I know what they are and I've dealt with worse than this.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" She growls. So, keeping my composure, I shrug.
"You heard me."
"As if Ivan Treyson would have you as a mate."
Did it get warmer?
'Oh, fuck.' An uncomfortable tingling between my legs and a painful agitation in my head grows quickly. Is she triggering the aggression in my heat?
"You're human!" she declares angrily, and I blink in surprise. What does that have to do with anything?
