"Get lost!" Ethan snapped, pure rage twisting his face as he charged forward and slammed the werewolf to the ground. "Don't you dare lay a hand on Eleanor!"
With a loud growl, his body shifted, the transformation into his wolf form happening in a blink. Eleanor panicked, shouting urgently, "Martin, stop! Please, just stop!"
Ethan was a rogue—drawing attention from more werewolves was the last thing he needed.
The ones in the bar who weren't completely drunk froze. A couple rushed over hesitantly, but none dared get too close.
"Just give him his money, now! We can't afford a mess, we'll all get wiped out!"
But Ethan wasn't listening. His eyes blazed with fury as he pinned the guy down, teeth bared in warning. He didn't strike, but every inch of him radiated danger.
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