(Isabella’s POV)
“What are you doing in my territory, Layla?”
“Now, now, Isabella, there’s no need to feel inferior to me.”
I laugh. “We aren’t in danger of that.”
“We should be friends. After all, we do have much in common.”
I cross my arms over my chest and raise my eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Well, for starters, we clearly have the same taste in men.”
I growl. “Get the hell out of my territory or my Gammas will carry you out in small pieces.”
People stop to stare.
Layla jumps back as though I shoved her and begins her next sentence with what I can only describe as theatrical grace. “Did you all hear that! This witch-werewolf is unstable! She’s threatened me with violence!”
I roll my eyes at her, but can’t help but notice the murmurs that surround us.
She smirks and turns on her heel to l
