“Piss off you English bastard,” he replied in a heavy Belfast accent, then he threw another piece of food down, glaring at Matt, daring him to do something. Matt rose up slowly and the Irish man did the same, except he suddenly charged Matt. He side stepped the rush and tripped the man up sending him crashing to the ground. Things now happened at an extreme pace, before he could get up a big grey blur shot towards him. Wolf clamped his jaws around the Irish man’s throat and dragged him off the veranda, emitting a low growl as he went. Matt looked down at the man.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you or he’ll tear your throat out. A timber wolf has one of the strongest bites in the animal kingdom.”
The man had sobered up real quick, and the look of fear and panic was visible on his face. Stupid
