Her mind was in disarray. She thought she had the picture-perfect setting to fit into the werewolf life. Dressed up in all manner of glamour and eloquence, she had a bright smile that was now dull on her face thanks to the vile Werewolf lady.
She could have managed to keep up with the contract if not for the Werewolf lady which made her feel out of place, yet again.
Was she kidding? Xander as he claimed was trying to use her for his reasons, using the fact that she killed his mate as an excuse.
Despicable! She spat inwardly.
"—So much for turning my back to the enemies, I would rather die out there in the real world than by the hands of a mythical creature with a lover's grudge," she thought to herself, holding her dress by the hips.
Shortly after telling Xander she was cutting off the contract, she walked out of the room.
She exited the midst of the gathering, and Xander followed her from behind.
