"You bastard! How dare you spray me with that sacred wine! Do you know who you're attacking?!" Zeke roared, eyes blazing with ire, wiping his face furiously.
"So what?" retorted Aurora Stormwolf, indifferent, her night-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She let a bold smile warp her full lips. "You're nothing but a little wolf who dreams of dominating his territory."
Zeke fulminated. A woman, a Stormwolf, dared to challenge him in public? If it weren't for the pack around them, he'd have already sent her to ground to teach her respect.
But then, two of his bodyguards stepped forward, muscles taut, ready to make the woman understand that there was no question of letting her act like this with impunity.
"Get that b***h!" Zeke roared, the fire of anger shining in his eyes.
