Joyce, despite his best efforts, was not a fighter. He was not bred for war and battle like Hawke was, so even calling on the power of his Alpha wolf, Hawk tossed Joyce aside like he was a sack of potatoes.
However, Joyce did show amazing tenacity, and stood back up time and time again. Roaring, he threw himself at Hawk, all elbows and poorly-timed punches.
Hawk blocked and blocked, until finally, he seemingly reached the edge of his patience and grabbed Joyce by the shoulders, stopping him.
“Enough of this,” Joyce growled. Magic glowed around his hands, and then Joyce disappeared.
Teleportation.
“Where is he?” I demanded. “What have you done with him?”
“He’s fine. You think I’d kill off my meal ticket?” Hawk snapped. “I simply sent him to a locked room. Now…” Hawk stepped toward me,
