Nina's face tightened like she'd just bitten into a rotten meat. This was not what she expected from Riona.
She'd heard all the juicy gossip about the Hybrid's reputation—an apple never falls far from the tree—but she'd figured Riona would at least flinch in front of her.
After all, Nina's name carried weight, didn't it?
Apparently not. It turned out Nina didn't know Riona at all. Riona was fearless, especially now. With no Florian around to protect and nobody she loved being held hostage, she had exactly zero reasons to hold back.
Instead, she had a long list of reasons to be pissed. First, these pompous werewolves had stormed into Wintertooth like it was their backyard.
Oh, and let's not forget they waited until Thorin wasn't around—so brave, right? A real masterclass in cowardice. Then there was Barmin threatening kids. Big guy, bigger jerk.
Worse still, they had dragged Trudy, Zane, and Charna into this mess.
