Cerulean Cape High maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean

It felt liberating to be in a good mood for once. Free food on the shore, a nice breeze off the sea, relatively warm weather for the season, and Wylla, alone with her solitude. There were no snarky brothers to make verbal jabs at her, no sea witches watching creepily from the dark, and best of all, no—

—oh, fuck.

Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice, and just like that, her good mood spoiled and fermented into sour soup in her belly. She turned a vicious scowl upon Raptor as he came roaring up the coast, the attention seeking little baby, and her hackles flared to life along her back. "I warned you," she snarled across the way, then tossed back her head to howl long and loud for her pack members to come and kill the pirate bastard. Sadly, her pack was a lot farther away than she thought it was, and no one would be coming to answer her call.