Rise of the Rejected Luna

As I struggled to keep my towel wrapped around my body while getting up, Elsa sniggered coldly, staring at me with disdain.

"That serves you right." She spat. "You’ve been all talk but no bite these past few days. Next time, you’ll think twice before trading words with a noble-born werewolf like myself."

Noble born?

I ground my jaw, my fingers caressing the spot she’d scratched.

The maid who’d come to my aid still stood beside me, her hands supporting my shoulder like I was hit by a car.

I was touched by her concern but I didn’t need it as I brushed her away politely, stepping forward.

"You have a lot of nerve," I remarked, sucking on my teeth as if that would do anything to calm the growing anger inside me.

I was fighting every urge I had to throw a punch in the bitch’s face. It seemed she was in dire need of free cosmetic surgery for her botched face and I happened to be the right girl for the job.

But I knew what this was...

"It’s obvious that you’re trying to get me into some kind of trouble by making me attack you," I stated calmly, surprised by the self-control I had. "But I’ll ignore your... Stupidity, for now at least."

Without another word, I turned around and continued making my way to my suite.