Golden Glade die with memories, not dreams

clearly these wolves knew nothing about the real, natural, world. embry plead, and before she could straight up attack him, feyre showed a display of dominance. arrogant little bitch, she was. she was stupid, too, if she thought that she could get away with that. the other girl's posture was squared, tall, but she was no mama bear. jhala was a thick beast of a woman, that was clear. "then get OUT," she bellowed, and without waiting for anything else lunged. she aimed for feyre's throat, but was ready for the two to clear out beforehand. they were stupid already, but they'd be total morons if they stuck around for a fight. even if embry joined in, jhala was aiming for feyre, and the small fae was no match for the crowned queen of the glade.