The only experience with fighting I had had was being ten years old, punching Ava because she had taken my bike without permission. That was resolved because our parents sorted it out. What was I supposed to do in this situation?
Lycaon's temperament was unlike the calm persona I had become accustomed to 'This may be the last chance we get my goddess.' The undertone in his words went from frightening to having a sense of urgency. He removed his white t-shirt, wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw it across the room. Every heavy breath he took to calm down his anger built up, with each inhale his muscles pumped up in anticipation. The bruising from the silver chain had all but faded from his torso, just a faint purple mark remained.
My unmarked Lycan cupped his hand upo
