Damon’s words annoy me beyond contempt. He should be thankful he isn't close enough for my claws to reach him. The young male is tall, not extremely so like Lazarus or Callan but close enough to tower over me should he stand beside me. He has a size advantage as well, being a male werewolf, he would but I would still take him. I had trained with enough men his equal to know. I could handle myself among the wolves. Or I used to before my wolf disappeared.
I flash my canines, daring him to say another word against me, “You should really learn how to shut your trap, Damon of Dalmena.'' I sneer, mocking his title.
He growls, lowly and dangerously, as he dares to take a step forward, only to find his path blocked by a wall of muscle. Damon's eyes dart nervously towards the massive man that
