Fifty six

AUTHOR'S POV:

After Raven was gone to the washroom to wash her face like she said, Bethany took another sip of her drink, squeezing a hand into her hair in frustration. She was beginning to regret quarreling with Isadora earlier. Not only did she not like that Ethan had to witness what happened, but she knew it was inappropriate for her as a gamma of the pack.

But what she regretted most was not beating up that b*tch thoroughly. Sure, she had known Isadora was a shrew and she always tried to keep her cool, but she crossed the line tonight by talking about Lila.

It was disgraceful enough that she was trying to snag her dead sister's mate, but she even had the guts to talk about a dead person like that.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Bethany grew. She felt like smacking those lips of hers again.

Out of curiosity to see if they were still there, she turned to look behind her. But her heart constricted the moment her gaze fell on the figure approaching her. He was only a few