It had been a while since Riona had let her temper run wild without pausing for a moment to think, "Maybe I shouldn't do this…"
She had learned a lot—like how throwing punches first and asking questions later was generally frowned upon. Growth, right?
But tonight these werewolves had really outdone themselves. And by outdone, I mean they decided it was a great idea to trash-talk Florian.
Seriously? Like Riona was just going to listen to the furballs insult her brother! Not without a fight.
Cue the chaos. In a blink, she was in the middle of a full-on brawl under the dark sky, wrestling an entire pack of werewolves before the moon even had the courtesy to show up.
Shouts erupted around her. Hands grabbed at her from every direction—some digging claws into her skin, others desperately peeling her off their fur-covered buddies.
She felt arms wrapping around her waist, attempting to haul her away like some kind of squirming luggage.
