Ravensblood Forest preppers

meredith’s patience was running razor-thin.

the snap at her tail was the last fucking straw.

her lip curled before she even thought about it, and in the next breath, she lunged—not fully, not enough to give him the satisfaction of thinking he got to her, but enough that her teeth clicked just shy of his ear, a warning, sharp as the edge of a blade.

you really are fuckin’ desperate, huh? her voice was low, quiet, the kind of quiet that meant danger. y’think i’d come sniffin’ after you? please.

her tail lashed, stiff with irritation, but she forced herself to step back, shaking her head with something between disgust and amusement. crowell was a snake, slithering around her, always testing, always pushing. it pissed her off, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

not yet.

now shut the hell up ‘n do somethin’ useful, or i swear to god, next time, i won’t miss.