Rachel Tarion eyed me up and down in disgust, her aura emitted abhorrence and danger. I stared at her, lips pressed together. She scoffed.
"May I help you?" I asked calmly.
"Am I not getting an apology from you?" She asked.
"I didn't wrong you, why would you expect an apology from me?"
She laughed coldly and sniffed, " Your existence wronged me, you're the b***h who stole my chosen mate from me!" she yelled. Rachel was heaving, angry with me yet I couldn't think anything other than, she's so pretty except all that obliterates when she talks so callously.
"Say something you homewrecker!"
"I'm not a homewrecker," I was impressed by how relatively stable my voice and wolf were at this moment. " You and Wyatt are not married, you were not introduced to the pack and I'm
