Clara’s POV
Walking down stairs the next morning the last thing I expected was to be cornered by Emily once again.
She wasn’t alone this time, and, considering how drained I was from the night before, I didn’t really want to deal with her. The only thing I wanted to do was get some food and go back to my room.
“Look... the psychopathic rogue is still on our property! Honestly, what is the Alpha thinking?” Emily said with a sneer to the girls she was sitting with in the kitchen.
Trying my best to ignore her, I headed towards the coffee pot and filled the largest cup I could find.
It seemed that the entire pack was awake and on-edge this morning after the death of Old Man Joe. He was a kind soul, and I was sad to hear that he had passed on, but regardless, I had nothing to do with it.
“If you are trying to piss me off again this morning, it isn’t going to work. Unless, of course, you want a repeat of last night.”
