Sansa's POV
Before I knew it, a slap shot across my cheek—hot and fierce—sent me crashing to the ground.
Pain exploded across my face. My lips instantly ached as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
Surprise engulfed me at what Natalie had just done.
But just then I remembered I wasn't in my original body and she might have the other hand but it didn't stop the hurt from the betrayal I had just witnessed.
I held my cheek and wiped the blood from my lips, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing how much it hurt.
Oh, I missed my wolf so much.
"Shut your freaking mouth, Sansa," Natalie snapped, her eyes blazing with fury.
"What do you know about me? You know nothing. So shut your mouth!" She raged.
I let out a bitter laugh.
"I know nothing?" I spat, tasting blood again.
"Well, I know you're a piece of shit who couldn't even wait to mourn her friend before hopping on her friend's mate's dick! You rotten piece of shit!"
