Prey On The Broken Hearted #ClexaWeek 2017
You know exactly what she is at first sight, and it doesn’t matter that an ornate mask conceals the upper part of her face.
She recognizes what you are one heartbeat later, nostrils flaring in your direction. You too may as well not have bothered with disguise.
You quietly chuckle and despite being on the other side of the ballroom she must have seen you laugh, because she rolls her eyes at you and huffs, clearly annoyed. Perhaps she thinks you aren’t taking her seriously, or maybe she feels challenged. The All-Mother knows how prickly Alpha wolves can be on matters of territory and precedence.