In the residence of the Maple Pack's Alpha, his one and only daughter was throwing a serious fit.
Nancy Torres tilted her chin the way she always did, hands on her hips, clearly annoyed. Her golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her sapphire-blue eyes would've looked angelic—if she didn't seem seconds away from breathing fire.
Her sharp, sweet voice echoed through the hall, full of irritation. No one dared to talk back.
"You didn’t find the jewelry I asked for," Nancy snapped, frustration bubbling in her tone. "That piece is seriously important. You've had two weeks—ugh, this just totally ruined my mood!"
She glared at the staff, voice even sharper. "If it’s not in my hands before the banquet tonight, don’t bother sticking around. You can forget about being
