"I'll call you later," she whispered to Cleo before hanging up.

She flushed the toilet for good measure, then opened the small stall door and stepped out into the main bathroom.

Sylvie stood in front of the single mirror, reapplying her lipstick. They caught each other's eyes, and she sneered, her eyes raking up and down Scarlett in distaste.

"Excuse me," Scarlett said, making her way to the sink.

She planted her feet and glared at Scarlett, declining to move. "You can wait for the future Luna of this pack to finish," she snapped, "Or go wash your hands outside in the creek like trash you are."

Scarlett's mouth dropped...