Silverlight Terrace magefire

Her eyes narrowed and she remained where she was despite her instincts telling her to turn and run in the other direction; she was too stubborn and too prideful to listen. Her heart beat faster in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins. No, she spat back, gaze locking with his. She should be afraid, but she wasn't. She just stared him down. My pack is close, so I have a reason to be here. You don't carry the scent of pack, and that makes you suspicious. It wasn't claimed land, and he honestly had every right to be here, but that didn't matter to Simmik. He was being an asshole, and so now she was going to be one right back.