Although her blood was boiling, Lelandi attempted to wash her hands as if the woman didn't exist.
The short one bit into Lelandi's shoulder, tearing the leather handbag strap. "Explain yourself to us."
Ritka growled, "As if the bitch would say, Angelina, when she's in this silly disguise."
Despite the pain of frustration in her temples, Lelandi washed the soap from her hands and bit back the feral side of her wolf nature that was trying to emerge. Not helping her cause would be beating up three female grays.
Ritka bumped into her, possibly as a result of the other person grabbing her pocketbook and escalating the conflict. Lelandi gritted her teeth against taking offense. She reminded herself that nothing they did was significant enough to arouse her.
Lelandi's hair was caught by the hefty one, who pulled firmly. Men dislike colored hair, didn't you know that?
Lelandi's scalp tore in anguish as she slowly counted to 10, wanting to avoid physical contact but preparing for quick reprisal if anyone did.
Ritka laughed sharply, "You got it right, Hosstene," and grabbed a fistful of Lelandi's hair.
Enough! Lelandi judo-chipped Hosstene in the throat with a swift, well-placed jab, elbowed Angelina in the stomach, turned around, and rammed her fist into Ritka's eye. Lelandi, whose heart was beating, grabbed a paper towel, cleaned her hands, and walked out of the restroom while they were gasping and swearing.
She had already invited problems.
Damn it, no. THE BITCHES HAD ASKED FOR TROUBLE AND AS MUCH TOLD LELANDI that Larissa had been slain for being a red.
She let the women's obscenities in by opening the bathroom door and closing it after her. The males sat next to the women and turned their heads from Lelandi to the ladies room. Sorry, boys, but the girls need to do a little cleaning.
Sam signaled for Silva to investigate after Lelandi sat down again and the ladies still hadn't left the restroom.
Lelandi should perhaps look for her missing brothers and uncle at this time. Ignore the fact that Larissa fled and was slain, leaving Lelandi to face Bruin's pack on her own. She could also choose to remain and endure the wrath of a group of irate grays.
She stayed out of pride and a good deal of stubbornness. Lelandi sipped her second margarita coolly, all eyes on the bathroom. Nothing was said. Without a surety, tonight they would all kill Lelandi while she slept. She hoped that she hadn't come here for nothing. She wasn't giving up, though.
Silva emerged from the restroom with her head wobbling, her lips pursed, and her eyes glimmering with mirth. She walked by the males who were with the women and arched her eyebrows at them. She looked over at Darien.
I am awaiting an update. She grinned more before speaking to Sam.
For the young woman, the next margarita is on me, Silva. Tom grinned and winked at Lelandi.
She shakes her head. Lelandi Water is going to be OK.
Ritka scowled as the three women filed out of the restroom, her swollen right eye already turning black and blue. Lelandi was reasonably confident that her jab to Gray's throat would prevent her from talking much for a time. Yet Angelina was still clenching her gut, and Hostene's face was dark with rage.
Lelandi was the next to be examined after the women. She wasn't competing to replace the pack leader's b*tch, though.
She assumed it was time to devise a fresh strategy.
This one was definitely failing.
Darien Silver observed the young woman, who had to be the identical twin of his mate. Needed to be. The voice sealed the deal. He initially assumed she was some obnoxious person using his chair and table, and he was perplexed as to why Sam hadn't ejected her from the premises. At least he had assumed she was a person. The visual acuity of Lupus Garous was remarkable. Only people could wear glasses. The pierced earrings, too. In their wolf form, no lupus garou would be seen dead with pierced earlobes. Or, for that matter, wear a watch. The straight black hair didn't resemble that of his deceased partner, and the blue eyes froze him in place. He believed the perfume she had soaked herself in was a ruse to make all the men in the tavern hot and uncomfortable, but for Lupus Garous, the scent had been a revelation.
Their eyes burned, the fragrance was overpowering, and it had the opposite effect.
Her voice was all it took to cause goosebumps to break out all over his body.
He insisted that he saw his late wife drinking margaritas, something that she would never have done. She was, in essence, a wine lady wife drinking margaritas, something that she would never have done. She was, in essence, a wine lady. Moreover, how did this woman treat the females in his pack? His mate never would have succeeded.
He calmed himself by taking a deep breath and telling himself that the woman wasn't his mate. Her petite face was dominated by the big Stetson and the bug-eyed, rose-colored glasses; otherwise, she only resembled her when he looked at her carefully. But she couldn't be more unlike his beloved Lelandi in terms of personality. Yet his people appeared to have already made up their minds. Lelandi was going to attack her once more now that he was back.
In a million years, no. Because she was mentally ill and unable to handle the pressure of dating the pack leader and not being one of them in the first place, she killed herself. No, it wouldn't take place again. A gray would come next, but not one from his pack. Lelandi couldn't forgive the eligible ladies who had disliked him, with the exception of Silva.
He drank his third beer whole and then laid his glass aside. He made an effort to watch his fellow citizens in an effort to forget about his deceased companion, but the woman seated at his table fiercely diverted his attention. What in the world was she even doing here? Coming to claim the body of her sister? Shout at him for driving her sister to the brink of a cliff? He didn't require assistance from anyone else because he had been feeling guilty enough about her death for the previous three weeks. Too few beers are present.
He could easily forget the expression of final tranquility on Lelandi's face.
He gave me a headshake. He typically waited until the store closed, but tonight he wanted to leave. How would it appear if the pack leader was unable to handle seeing his late wife seated at the adjacent table?
He poured himself another beer while harboring an inner growl. Darien: "Twin sister, don't you think?" His youngest triplet lifted his brows and inquired, "Tom?"
"Yeah. Lelandi claimed she had lost all of her relatives. It appears that she lied. Darien was not pleased by this, but it was too late to express his resentment.
Why do you suppose she is in this location? Tom touched the perspiring glass with his hand.
"It must have something to do with her sister,"
Do you think the woman believes Lelandi was killed? Jacob queried.
Darien gave him a stern look. "What the hell is going through your head?"