"Easy," I told Zaram, my wolf. "We don't want to create a scene now, do we?"

I stared back at the Lycan girl whose face was hauntingly identical to mine, I offered her yet another coy smile as her aura seemed to have changed.

"That purse in your hands belongs to me, and I want it back." I demanded, holding myself steady, preparing for impact just in case she wanted to go Lycan on me but she said nothing.

It was like she wasn’t even listening—or didn’t believe I was talking to her. ...