[She grips the sword tighter, her other hand balling into a fist as that low laugh sends a cold shiver over her spine.]

Sorry, but yeah. You did.

[Her voice is harsh and sharp, masking the more fearful undertones that have her nearly paralyzed on the spot, but it's her anger that has her hand shaking around the sword, the rage threatening to spill over.]

Definitely underestimated you, too... wolf. Now tell me how to get my husband back before I break you open myself to see if he's inside.

[An empty threat, but she is mad.]