Holly Wyatt's brow furrowed instantly. She glanced around the living room; there were still no wolves, not even a single strand of wolf fur.
She lowered her gaze and started walking out on her own, ignoring Chloe Thornton.
Chloe Thornton strode forward to block Holly's path. Her tall figure eclipsed the sunlight in front of Holly. Her wolf ears stood straight up, and her tail drooped, curling tightly around her calf. She was on high alert.
Holly gave her a puzzled look, shifted to the side, and prepared to walk around her.
Chloe didn't seem to want to let her go, mirroring her movements.
After this happened a few times, even a saint would lose their patience, let alone Holly.
Holly looked up, her wide, round eyes staring straight at Chloe. With a displeased expression, she raised her hands. "What do you want?"
When Chloe understood her sign language, her first reaction was surprise, which was quickly followed by a wave of shame and indignation.
