ROMAN.
His claws decided to come out to play, anchoring into my forearm. I chuckled darkly at that weak attempt at fighting me off. If this was any indication of the pack’s fighting ability, then they were completely and utterly screwed.
He would already be dead if I wanted it. As tempting as that thought was, he deserved to face the consequences of his actions.
I slammed his head against the concrete wall, disorienting him.
My instincts screamed at me to check on my mate, so I made an executive decision to keep him down while I waited for backup. My foot and his knee connected hard enough to snap his bones. The high-pitched wail brought me a bit of pleasure. He deserved so much worse, and he would certainly get what was coming to him.
I dropped the trash where he was, who then curled
