Scarlett POV
I wanted to ignore her.
Normally, I would have kept walking, kept my head down, and stayed in the "guest" role Ethan created for me. But the sting on my cheek was still there—burning, reminding me.
She hit me.
And she was going to pay for it.
I stopped in my tracks and turned slowly to face her. "Deal," I said, my voice dropping into a challenge.
Her eyes lit up with a cruel, triumphant glint. "Weapons?" she asked, her hand hovering over a rack of gleaming steel. "In human form, or shall we let our wolves settle this?"
"Weapons," I answered immediately. I wasn't about to let this entire pack see Zoe. My wolf was a secret I wasn't ready to share, especially not with the triplets watching from the center of the field.
Camila smirked, picking up a heavy broadsword. She swung it through the air with a whistle, testing the weight. "In whatever way we play this, I'll win. You're just a maid."
