Jessica was walking through the pack's territory as if it were hers, her expression one of pure arrogance. As she got closer, Jessica's eyes landed on her, a slow, mocking smile spreading across her lips.
"Well, if it isn't the little mate," Jessica drawled, her voice dripping with disdain. "Out for a stroll, or are you lost without Damien to hold your hand?"
Anne's fists clenched at her sides. "I'm not in the mood for your games, Jessica," she said, her voice steady but laced with anger.
Jessica's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that how you treat your pack?"
"You don't belong here, Jessica." Anne snapped.
Jessica tilted her head, her smile turning wicked. "Oh, sweetheart, I was a part of this pack long before you ever showed up. I've known Damien my entire life. You? You're just a passing phase. Do you really think he'll stick around once he realises what a burden you are? Once he sees how much trouble you bring?"
