The metal from the napkin holder collided with the side of her head sending Nesryn backward a step. Her eyes widened, and then narrowed. The broken coffee pot had fallen out of her hand from the impact but her reflexes were quick and a lunge forward would reward her with a fork. Fingers would take up the utensil and she would swing forward, aiming for Wren.
Nesryn seemed to ignore the bit of swelling and blood trickling down her face from the metal that had cut her skin.
Her ears caught the nonchalant comment about eating and Nes barked a rude, “I hope you choke on it,” in reply. The comment was directed at he blonde but those blazing eyes never left the brunette. The scent of blood was driving the wolf beneath her skin into a frenzy. This one smelled wrong - not like something she would normally go for when seeking prey - but just then she didn’t have control over her instincts or actions.