Isla
Meghan reeled back, looking like she had seen a ghost. I guess she must have missed the chatter in the kitchen. It wouldn’t surprise me as she was rarely down there working anyway. She looked me up and down and sneered, a look of pure hatred crossing her face.
“Glad to see you made it back, you f*****g filthy mutt,” she spat, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward her. “You think that just because some other pack found you and you have new clothes, you are somebody.” She laughed a hysterical laugh. I had never heard from her.
Okay, she was losing it.
“Get back in the f*****g kitchen, get out of these clothes that you have not for one second deserved. I’m not sure what you told them to let you borrow these, but that is insubordination, and I will not stand for it.” She stamped her f
