Ella's been having a pretty good time in her Hattiefree weeks. She'd even scored a job - which she found pretty convenient and lucky to have so quickly. Absently curled up on her couch, reading a book, she didn't so much as look up when her wolf suddenly lifted her head with a quiet growl.

Padding over to the door, Kyra sniffed at the crack under the door, growling louder. She knows that stench! She doesn't like you, Hattie. Not one bit.