Her voice was ice-cold authority. Nothing like the gentle and patient tone she used with me. Fingers had lengthened into claws, the skin on them growing the sheening beginnings of white fur.
She flexed those clawed fingers deliberately as she slicked her hair back, the gesture somehow making her look even more predatory. When she finally spoke again - I assume because of her earpiece - her voice carried a distinct rumble to it.
More werewolf than human. It may have made my hand squeeze harder on Zoé shoulder. And a strange hum come out of my throat.
"Your children just harassed a young woman in public while misrepresenting my pack. If you aren't going to discipline your children properly… I'll discipline you."
She paused, those orange eyes burning as she listened to whatever protests came through the phone. That audio wasn't included, so all I we got instead was a snarling scoff from the white haired woman.
