Anastasia's pov

　　My blood boils at Bea's provocation, and I feel the urge to lunge at her, make her swallow every venomous word that comes out of her mouth. I feel my jaw tighten and my hands clench into fists. But I don't even have my wolf to help defend me; the moment I think of just slapping Bea across the face, she could very well transform into a wolf herself. Besides, I don't need a new enemy; Amelia wanting to kill me is enough.

　　With that, I take a deep ...