Cyra
I started to stand the moment Yorick was punched. I saw Alpha Nevaeh step forward then quickly step back as Yorick vomited his food all over him. My own hand slapped over my mouth. I’m not sure if I was trying to keep my food down or if I was holding back a laugh, but that shifted as soon as the guy lunged at my smart-mouthed mate.
This time I do stand, but Yorick must have expected the attack. He dodges, and the guy slips on the vomit falling to the ground.
“ENOUGH!” Alpha Leo roars. “Get your ass up and go get cleaned off, Talek.” Then he turns to Yorick. “You did that on purpose!”
“If anyone did anything with purpose, it was him. He sucker-punched me. Anyone paying attention would have seen that I was finishing my breakfast as I walked up here. I didn’t get to eat during normal
