Kyra's POV
"What's the problem?" I asked Hayley coolly as I reached the studio, the place where we shot magazine covers and where the Nightfall Pack managed private projects.
Hayley was one of the Alpha wolves running the company, handling human-world marketing for our magazine. She was now panicking. Her assistant had called me, saying there was a problem involving Sophia, our new model, and our professional make-up artist.
"Luna Kyra, Miss Sophia refused the shoot," she whispered, casting a nervous glance toward the dressing area. "She had a fight with our makeup artist and demanded a replacement."
"I know what's happening now, but you still need to address me as Miss Monroe at the office," I reminded her.
Hayley gave a firm nod.
I exhaled sharply, my fingers pressing into my temples. Across the room, Sophia lounged on a chaise like some pampered queen, her lips curled in a smirk when our eyes met.
