Seraphina's POV
THEY ARE FIGHTING. I do not understand why they are fighting.
Leaning over the window, I clutch the sill as Ren and Damon crash in the air, Ren using his speed as he continually swipes his claws at Damon, drawing blood. Damon uses his strength to try to grab Ren and pin him down, eventually succeeding in locking his arms around his opponent and burying his fangs into Ren's shoulder before Ren manages to slither free.
No.
As Ren places a hand over his wounded shoulder, Damon spits the blood out on the ground.
"Still got something to say, Cat?" he hisses, his tail out and wagging.
Ren grins. "Is that all you have got, mutt? Then I will have to say your bark is worse than your bite."
"Oh, do not whine." Damon grinds his knuckles into his palm. "That was just a nip. And
