Kyra's POV
“What’s the problem?” I asked Hayley coolly as I reached the studio,the place where we shot cover of pictures and the Nightfall Pack managed private projects.
Hayley is one of the Alpha wolves running the company, handling human-world marketing for our magazine. She’s now panicking, Her assistant called me saying there’s a problem involving Sophia, our new model and our professional make-up artist.
"Luna Kyra, Miss Sophia refused the shoot," she whispered, casting a nervous glance toward the dressing area. "She had a fight with our makeup artist and demanded a replacement."
"I know what happening now, but you'll still need to address me as Miss Monroe at the office."I reminded her.
Hayley gave a firm nod.
I exhaled sharply, my fingers pressing into my temples. Across the room, Sophia lounged on a chaise like some pampered queen, her lips curled in a smirk when our eyes met.
