Chapter 72

Meadow is the scariest femme I have ever come across, and I don’t know why she’s unnerving me so much because she seems pretty sane on the surface. It’s just she has an aura that screams ‘certified psycho,’ and every single time she moves, I flinch internally, getting antsier by the second as she stands so close to me. Carmen recoils, obviously knowing only too well that Meadow doesn’t make empty threats, and Mateo clears his throat to distract her. He, too, seems like he knows he should diffuse things, and it only heightens my wariness. Some femmes in our packdom are worse than the mates in terms of volatile aggression and ability to maim, and I think Meadow is one. “Drinks anyone? While we wait on him.” Mateo glances around for takers and gets a couple of quiet nods. “No, we have otros planes for our little compañera. She needs a little help over here.” Meadow clicks her tongue at me to catch my attention, and when I look up at her, she extends her finger and motions for me to come.