…Something inside of her snapped. The stress from last night, the sleep she needed this morning—the sheer terror of losing this prick so casually walking all over her feelings.
Danielle turned on him. “You’d like that, my leaving you to become a Matriarch!” she yelled. “Then you can get yourself a new partner. Maybe one that will satisfy you.”
His eyes darkened immediately to black, his face shifting into the subhuman, high-boned shape of an angry werewolf. The coffee mug hit the floor with force and shattered…
Darcy Branwyn 
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