“What have you done?”

The man at the door was like nothing she had known; he was seething, his mouth pressed in a thin line, and the worst was that it was all directed towards her.

“I don’t understand Toby. What did I do?” Ariel’s brain was still jumbled from waking up from sleep before her wake time, and that was the easiest way to get her pissed.

“Your Instagram.”

“What happened to my Instagram?" She peeped my head outside, her eyes scanning the hallways for anyone that may be passing. These werewolf folks are very notorious for eavesdropping, and the last thing she wanted them to know was about...