The other wolf pushed her way passed Anya to pick the young king up from the floor. Anya's lip curled and she growled once more. Then the bitch, as she was walking away with him, gave Anya a shit eating look over her shoulder. Oh, no. Not happening.<br/><br/>Anya's fist clenched but on the ground, she noticed what looked to be a wallet near his locker. She picked it up and opened it. On the I.D. inside, was a picture of him. Her lips curved into a smile.<br/><br/>She began walking to the nurse's station, a sway in her hips. Oh, yes, little runt. It was on.