Playing prey

Kira's POV

I practically ran half of the mile that led to the pack house. Sometimes and most times it is essential to set boundaries with people. No matter how close you might be together. One of the things that I refused to see was how easily, Leila invades my privacy with no caution.

My wolf huffed in exhaustion, making my way up the stairs my eyes shone in horror when Leila sat on the edge of the bed rummaging through the bag.

“Leila!” I called out, snatching the bag from her hand. “Can you keep off my things please?”

She had a surprised look on her face, “wh…what? When did you start keeping things away from me?”

It's the entitled tone in that squeaky voice of her that had Ayla growling. “It's something in relation to the pack house. You should have at least waited for me to return before going through my things.”

Leila sat up, like she has been pricked with something, a pained look on her face. “Can I ask you a quick question? Since when did I become a stranger to you and I hav