Julian and Nicholas continued to barrage each other with different attacks. Fur flew. Teeth chomped. Claws slashed, drawing blood.
At each overly-vicious blow, delivered by each of the two brothers, I flinched forward, wanting to stop the fighting. But Mark’s extended arm kept me from impulsively rushing forward, and in those few moments of hesitation, I remembered Mark’s warning.
Stepping between two fighting werewolves, Alphas no less, was a dangerous proposition. The two princes could quickly heal from each other’s inflicted wounds, but I wouldn’t be so lucky.
And, as I watch more closely, I noticed that even the bloody wounds given were not given purposefully deep. It was though, even as they lashed out at each other in rage, they held themselves back as well, never giving wounds t
