C33 Anger

Lauren glared at her reflection in the mirror and raked her hands through her chestnut hair. She felt frustrated, hopeless and on edge, moreso because she had been waiting for Lia for hours. Dammit, where was the she-wolf when you needed her?

She dropped her hands and picked up her phone to check the time, making a mental note to give the werewolf girl a good shaking when they meet