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~Cana’s POV:

Cassandra stormed into the kitchen and without an ounce of hesitation, she gripped my upper arm, nails purposefully digging into my skin as she yanked me away from the biscuit.

I hissed in pain and glared at her. “Are you crazy?”

My question stunned her, I could tell. Perhaps, she had expected the Cana who had tucked tails between her legs and ran, the one she was used to seeing, but no, today, she wasn’t dealing with that Cana.

“You,” She began as soon as the surprise wore off. Her words were followed by a disbelieving scoff and then a smirk. “You rude bitch, how dare you talk to me that way?” She yanked on my hand once again, as if to prove a point in her next words. “Who do you think you are in this pack? A rouge thing like you dare open her mouth and disrespect me?”

“And who are you that I shouldn’t disrespect?” Saying this, I yanked my hand free. “I’d behave if I were you, Cassandra, this isn’t Ivy’s playground. Look around and stop acting like a spoilt brat who ca