Like almost everyone in the pack, Jenezel disliked Michelle, and she never bothered to hide it. The woman had sandy blonde hair and the perfect face. She was middle aged, around forty but still looked like she was in her early thirties. Her skin was soft and smooth, almost wrinkle free. She was wearing a blue suit and talking on phone by the window while Michelle waited. Michelle had arrived ten minutes prior and Jenezel had made her sit on the bench while she chatted with whoever had called her.

When Jenezel finally finished, she turned with a smirk on her face. She smiled widely as she approached Michelle, looking...