Guess what we do to trespassers here.”
“We came to see Dayne and Hanna,” I butted in when I probably shouldn’t have. But the two male wolves were staring at one another with a vicious need for violence. I had to do something. “They know we’re here.”
The feisty wolf looked me over, his wolf eyes lingering a little too long for comfort. He was a big guy, built like a football player and clearly eager to fight.
“Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing,” he drawled, ogling me like I was a piece of candy he wanted to taste. His gaze returned to Shaz, and he said snidely, “Let me take your girl home tonight, and we’ll forget it ever happened.”
Shaz’s calm, even tempered approach shattered with those words. He threw a punch I never saw coming. It seemed to surprise the aggressive wolf as well. Shaz’s fist connected with his jaw in a smack loud enough to be heard over the music. But Shaz didn’t stop there. He followed it up with another.
I was knocked aside in the flurry of fists. Snarls and growls drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity. We all looked on in interest as the fight went on. I stood there unable to believe what I was seeing. Getting involved wasn’t an option. The two males were fiercely going at it, throwing and taking punches that would have killed a human man. Jumping into that would mean taking a hit. Using power was also out of the question. I’d come here to proclaim I was still wolf. I intended to stick to that plan.
Nobody made an attempt to jump in or separate them. In fact, only a few people continued to watch after first glance. This kind of thing must happen a lot at Doghead.
The scent of blood only caused the fight to escalate. The two men crashed into a table, knocking it over, sending glassware and other items scattering across the floor. I shouted at Shaz to stop, but my command went unheeded.
Power rose up like a breath of wind inside me. I squelched the urge to use it. The scent of heady Were blood was tempting. Thankfully I’d recently fed that ugly hunger.
Shaz managed to get his hands around the other guy’s throat. He slammed the guy into our table, squeezing until his face turned purple.
“Shaz, stop this shit right now,” I shouted.
Grabbing a hold of his forearm, I tugged hard, but he wouldn’t be budged. Instead, he flung me off like I was little more than an annoying insect. With one hand, he gave me a shove, barely looking at me as I flew backwards. I landed hard in the mess of broken glass and table debris.
Glass shards sliced into my palms as I pushed to my feet. Shock and fear threatened to undo my composure. I could feel sad about Shaz’s reaction later. Now, I had to stop him from killing a Doghead pack member.
Dayne arrived on the scene with an angry shout that had people moving as far away from us as possible. I had to act fast, before he got his hands on Shaz.
Knowing I might regret it later, I grabbed Shaz’s arm again, this time letting the force brewing inside me flow. I didn’t take it easy on him. With a slam of power, I forced him away from the other wolf and into the closest chair that was still standing.
“You’re lucky I respect you so much, or I’d have you on your knees,” I hissed between my four fangs. I maintained my hold despite the pained sounds it forced from him.
Turning to Dayne with apologies already spilling out, I found him unleashing fists on the wolf Shaz had nearly killed. The wolf dropped to the floor, submitting entirely to his Alpha.
Most of those watching did their best to pretend they weren’t. A few wore obvious expressions of glee at seeing the troublemaker cowed before their leader. After a few more angry words from Dayne, the wolf slunk off to lick his wounds somewhere in private.
“It seems our boys can’t play too well together,” Dayne said. His eyes were pure wolf, and his fangs gave his already hard face an additional sense of menace. “I apologize. I don’t doubt that my
“We came to see Dayne and Hanna,” I butted in when I probably shouldn’t have. But the two male wolves were staring at one another with a vicious need for violence. I had to do something. “They know we’re here.”
The feisty wolf looked me over, his wolf eyes lingering a little too long for comfort. He was a big guy, built like a football player and clearly eager to fight.
“Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing,” he drawled, ogling me like I was a piece of candy he wanted to taste. His gaze returned to Shaz, and he said snidely, “Let me take your girl home tonight, and we’ll forget it ever happened.”
Shaz’s calm, even tempered approach shattered with those words. He threw a punch I never saw coming. It seemed to surprise the aggressive wolf as well. Shaz’s fist connected with his jaw in a smack loud enough to be heard over the music. But Shaz didn’t stop there. He followed it up with another.
I was knocked aside in the flurry of fists. Snarls and growls drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity. We all looked on in interest as the fight went on. I stood there unable to believe what I was seeing. Getting involved wasn’t an option. The two males were fiercely going at it, throwing and taking punches that would have killed a human man. Jumping into that would mean taking a hit. Using power was also out of the question. I’d come here to proclaim I was still wolf. I intended to stick to that plan.
Nobody made an attempt to jump in or separate them. In fact, only a few people continued to watch after first glance. This kind of thing must happen a lot at Doghead.
The scent of blood only caused the fight to escalate. The two men crashed into a table, knocking it over, sending glassware and other items scattering across the floor. I shouted at Shaz to stop, but my command went unheeded.
Power rose up like a breath of wind inside me. I squelched the urge to use it. The scent of heady Were blood was tempting. Thankfully I’d recently fed that ugly hunger.
Shaz managed to get his hands around the other guy’s throat. He slammed the guy into our table, squeezing until his face turned purple.
“Shaz, stop this shit right now,” I shouted.
Grabbing a hold of his forearm, I tugged hard, but he wouldn’t be budged. Instead, he flung me off like I was little more than an annoying insect. With one hand, he gave me a shove, barely looking at me as I flew backwards. I landed hard in the mess of broken glass and table debris.
Glass shards sliced into my palms as I pushed to my feet. Shock and fear threatened to undo my composure. I could feel sad about Shaz’s reaction later. Now, I had to stop him from killing a Doghead pack member.
Dayne arrived on the scene with an angry shout that had people moving as far away from us as possible. I had to act fast, before he got his hands on Shaz.
Knowing I might regret it later, I grabbed Shaz’s arm again, this time letting the force brewing inside me flow. I didn’t take it easy on him. With a slam of power, I forced him away from the other wolf and into the closest chair that was still standing.
“You’re lucky I respect you so much, or I’d have you on your knees,” I hissed between my four fangs. I maintained my hold despite the pained sounds it forced from him.
Turning to Dayne with apologies already spilling out, I found him unleashing fists on the wolf Shaz had nearly killed. The wolf dropped to the floor, submitting entirely to his Alpha.
Most of those watching did their best to pretend they weren’t. A few wore obvious expressions of glee at seeing the troublemaker cowed before their leader. After a few more angry words from Dayne, the wolf slunk off to lick his wounds somewhere in private.
“It seems our boys can’t play too well together,” Dayne said. His eyes were pure wolf, and his fangs gave his already hard face an additional sense of menace. “I apologize. I don’t doubt that my
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