His Rogue Luna: Bound To The Midnight Alpha
I repeat the same calm word I spoke earlier, but this time, I direct it towards Zuby, the shewolf who is still stuck with glaring and punching her fingers away at her phone.
She is so engrossed in what she is doing. She is not saying anything to anyone, not even to Brie. She is acting as if no one present here is even talking to her.
Brie sighs and suddenly snatches the phone away.
“Fuck Brie.” Snubby Zuby curses, trying to collect back her phone from Brie's grasp.
“Zubeia, this is Layla. Focus.”
Zuby, aka Zubeia, groans but finally looks my way.