Chapter 6: Impression.

“Heather Slater…isn’t it? The little wolf princess” The dirty-blonde in front sniggers with his nose high up as his oceanic-blues pin down on me.

Ugh…how much further is this day willing to rot? I tusk to the side, dropping my shoulders to face him squarely.

Taller than me, maybe five feet, two…or thereabout. The other six behind him, three girls and there guys, looking all… condescending. It prickles over my skin, tracing disgust at the back of my mouth and it makes my face crumple up.

“I’m not holding a ball tonight, so move” I’m upset enough for the day. And I can feel the alpha blood in me rippling impatiently.

I meet his infuriating gaze, even towering over it and he shifts back, making me ease the alpha intimidation leaking out and into my aura.

“Pests” I spit, brushing his shoulder harshly despite how much shorter I am as I walk off. Ria giggles behind me, &ldq