Enid's blood boiled with every unnecessary touch the new girl gave you. Her expression, which was normally happy and smiling, was now even worse than Wednesday's. Her furrowed eyebrows would leave marks on her skin from how long she had been wearing that expression

Enid grabbed your waist in an almost possessive way, letting her fakest smile hover on her face. She wasn't possessive, but that girl caused a burning sensation in her throat and despite being a werewolf, she could feel like she could breathe fire at the new girl who was flirting with you

The path to the room was silent. Enid was almost combusting. The door slammed so hard you swore you saw the walls shake, that wasn't a good sign. Trying to talk was out of the question, not because you didn't want to, but because Enid didn't want to.

"Baby, can we talk?"

You murmured, sitting next to her on the bed. Enid crossed her arms, looking away

"Go talk to the new girl"

She quickly retorts. Fury of lycanthropy