Fiona's POV.
I can't breathe.
And I'm not sure if it's from the guilt currently choking me or the scent of sorrow and pure hate leaking off Greta Stone.
Amelia stands her ground between me and the older she-wolf, arms stretched widely to keep her as far away from me as possible. Already the patrons of the cafe are standing and crowded around us, whispering and pointing in my direction with confused looks on their faces.
The barista looks confused and scared and I honestly can't blame her, the wild look in Greta's usually calm eyes have chills running up my spin and I feel bad for the girl when she steps out from behind the counter and tries to calm Greta down and make her exit the cafe.
The death glare thrown her way makes her step back and glance around us nervously. I can feel my ch
