Asking her to explain herself—namely why she was at her home so late at night—unleashed a gate of babbling Marietta wasn’t prepared for. She dug a knuckle into the base of her ear, the onslaught of sound annoying her to her skull. Marietta would’ve expected this level of blue-in-the-face incoherence from Ellie, not her favorite wolf, but Shreya had a penchant for the unexpected.
“You lost me. It’s late and I need sleep. Good night.” Marietta moved to shut her door.
Shreya slammed her hand over hers. Marietta grimaced, her eyes narrowing. “Get Ellie.”