Hank’s POV
I shifted back to my human side, grinning at the pair. “Sorry to catch you with your britches down, but I can’t have you lot disturbing my June any longer.”
“Disturb this!” The other O’Shea tried to draw his pistol, but was too slow. I shifted my head as I lunged, clamping down on his wrist with my mouth and biting the hand clean. “Gah! My fuckin’ arm!!” He screamed.
I turned to the other one with blood dripping down my chin, but it seemed he was more keen to get the idea than his friend. “Woah, now! Our business is with Miss Crawford; not with you, sir.” He kept his voice level and his hands raised, never taking his eyes off of me.
I shifted back and picked up the idiots hand, tossing it to him.
“If you sew that back on, you might just get it back.” I warned him with a gro
