Kyra's POV
My wolf, Sylvia, let out a warning growl in my mind the moment Emily's cloying jasmine scent invaded my shop. Thinking she had come here to fight, just like Sophia did, I greeted her with a cold stare. I didn't mean to be rude, but my lips curled back instinctively, a low rumble in my chest as she sauntered toward me.
Yara excused herself with a meaningful glance, her werewolf instincts picking up on the brewing confrontation between dominant females.
"What are you doing in my shop?" I asked. Sylvia bristled at the challenge in Emily's posture.
"I just wanted to see what kind of she-wolf you are," Emily answered and sat comfortably in the chair in front of me.
"Just tell me what you want, Emily."
She chuckled. "I want Kieran. Can you give me what I want?" Emily purred, dragging her claws—no, her manicured nails—across my counter table. "Kieran's never kept a relationship this long before."
