Chapter 35

Ariel didn’t see the open fist coming; if she had, she would have done everything to avoid it. But it was too late.

The woman's hand connected to her face with the force of a lightning bolt striking her cheeks without warning, and Ariel’s head jerked back from the impact, her ears ringing from the force.

A gasp echoed throughout the crowd; their mouths hung open and their eyes wide open as they watched the event unfold. No one had expected it, not even Ariel.

If Ariel had thought that her hands hurt from slapping a werewolf, it was nothing compared to the sting of the slap from a fully grown wolf.

“Fuck! She cried out from the pain.

The pain was a burning sensation, like a fire igniting on her skin and sending a red signal through all her nerve cells. Ariel pressed her palm to her cheeks, trying to provide a cooling sensation to wash over the pain, but it was almost fruitless.

She felt a surge of shock and disbelief coursing through her blood, but the slap had awakened a deep well of