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Kaya’s POV.

As the woman steps in, her heels break the wooden door even more. It keeps leaving a crunchy sound, and each time, my heart skips a beat.

There’s a devilish smile on her face as her eyes set on me. She has no weapon on her, but her claws are very sharp, giving me a hint that she must be a she-wolf from the five neighboring packs who hate the triplets.

Her eyes are a shade of hazel, bright and glowing, with a freckle of crimson red. She must have the powers of an alpha for her eyes to glow such a shade of light. Her jet black hair is packed into a ponytail and braided to rest in front of her left shoulder. She’s staring at me through her lashes, leaving a frightened feeling with each step she takes forward.

Her sandy skin looks thick, as though she’s gone through hell of training to be able to get to where she is. She looks fierce, and her stance is firm.

“Hello, Kaya.” Her accent is one I can’t place.

My eyes widen at the realization of who she is. I remember that voice. S