She strode directly into the expansive living room, radiating a wild and lethal unconstraint, and sank lazily into the sofa with her legs crossed. Her relaxed posture was a silent declaration of dominance, as if her werewolf instincts had already claimed every inch of the air in this villa as her own territorial marking.
She picked up a teacup from the coffee table. It was part of a matching set belonging to Nathan and Victoria—a pair that carried the stale, cloying scent of the "scavengers" who had lived there. Thea’s brow furrowed in primal disgust, and she tossed it into the trash can like a piece of rotting carrion.
This act of desecration ignited Victoria’s agitation. She let out a high-pitched, frantic hiss, like a cornered pup: "Thea! Why are you throwing away our things?"
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