Adrenalin flooded his veins and he tore via the males, now not even waiting for the wolves to push all people returned and thin the crowd in advance of him. He plowed via them, snarling and blocking, turning to kick, ducking blows, and laughing when he dodged one kick completely.
Then finally, the only men between him and Diane have been the ones who'd displayed for her. They stood in two lines, going through him, on the balls of their feet, ready to fight.
The different adult males peeled again to supply them room and Tryson settled his weight low, smiling the smile he commonly used for the hunt.
"Who's first?" he growled, beckoning them forward. "Who wishes to put up first?"
The men tangled up and two of them leaped forward, but Tryson was laughing, turning to block the male in th
