Blackfeather Woods i'm in over my head

She found her way blocked quickly by the male, spinning to face him as he shoved her back into place. Dark anger flickered in her gaze; she didn't know what the boy could possibly want from her. His mocking tone dissolved into a low growl, and her hackles rose, bristling along her spine, awareness flooding her veins. His question was unexpected, and she hissed, "ask him yourself." She had asked, and he had delivered, and she herself didn't know exactly why he had allowed her to join them. "are we done?"  she asked, though again, she doubted it. Obviously, the boy was not pleased in the least with her new status.